One drop of rain for every drop of pain

It would be unfair to let myself dance in the rain with you

Someone is longing under a different sky of a different blue

But i refuse to let the sun shine and i whine as its peaking rays hurt my eyes blind

For the best, from the blissful rain i should rest

But the storm won’t stop.

One pinch of salt, one driblet of lime for every shot of tequila

It would be cruel to let myself to take a swig from her bottle

She is wistful for a taste, her thirst she enduringly nestles

But i mournfully yearn as it is a sin i would loath to earn

For the worst, from this addiction, it seems impossible for redemption

And the storm didn’t stop.

One puff of your sweet spice for every breath of my bitter cries

It would be vile to let myself beguile you with my hostile smile

Someone is pining under an empty ceiling

But i am defeated by default, assaulted with insults

For the best, under the blissful rain i rest

And the storm still won’t stop.