These clouds are too heavy for delicate skies,
The silvery lava is gath"ring in highs,
It"s going to drop scalding tears downwards
To put airy notes in withering chords.

These silky grey waves in the heavens above
Can help to console your unlucky starred love,
So, cast all your doubts and decisions aside,
Get out of your shell, now it"s time to confide.

It"s going to rain, aren"t you going to cry?
Feel free from regrets, coz they won"t let you fly,
The past stands behind, but its grips now are weak,
It"s time to scream out what you feared to speak.