I screamed out loud,
to tear apart the cloud,
to carve your name in the sky,
and my heart’s feeling nearby!
But the thunderstorm stroke aloud,
before the voice reached the cloud!
And the blowing wind swayed it away,
before it whispered on your way!
(And the tear was wiped out by rain,
to paint the whole ground with my pain) x 2
Now I declare myself mad and wound,
leaving my footsteps on painted ground,
while dragging myself to insanity,
(from this little left sanity) x 2