He can’t play those last notes.
It’s his last chance to try again.
He can’t play those broken beats.
He tells me he just began.

He says the truth hurts, but the lies are worse.
Passion—love, for what he wants.
The truth glows, passing from me to him.
I’ll catch the pieces, he breathes.

Please don’t stop the rain… He dreams.
I don’t know where I cross the line.
You make the dreams real… the whispers.
You have the wings to make me feel surreal… he whispers back.

I don’t know if it’s me or you,
But I can see the skies are changing
From greens to blues.
We both know you’re going to make it through.

If it’s going to be a rainy day,
There is nothing we can do to make it change.
Feeling like you want to fly away,
We can fly together any day.

This is your precious time.
To show the world how much you can shine.
Early morning, the city breaks.
Please don’t stop the rain… He speaks.

He will make the sky fill with light.
He will show the world that he can hold on tight.
Hold on tight to this dream,
This feeling of esteem.

The raindrops splash down,
On his soft pale skin.
The notes are right.
Now, all he has to do is write.

Write down the notes… the whispers come back.
Hurry… before the sky turns black.
Show the world your talent,
Show the world who you are.

If it’s going to be a rainy day,
There is nothing we can do to make it change.
Feeling like you want to fly away,
We can fly together any day.

He makes a difference in the way they think.
He tells me he just began.
He fixed those broken beats.
He always has a creative plan.

He can play those last notes.
I’ll catch the pieces, he breathes.
Please don’t stop the rain… He dreams.
I don’t know where I cross the line.

He says the truth hurts, but the lies are worse.
It’s not a lie, the truth glows. … The unknown breathes.  
I don’t know if it’s me or you,
But we both know you’re going to make it through…