| Night has come to the world you live in, |
| There ain’t nowhere to go. |
| Suicide is the way you give in, |
| The way you let us know. |
| Second thoughts at your own reflection. |
| Your doubt and blinded sight. |
| Where has the love for yourself run off to? |
| Perhaps it’s gone for good. |
| There should have been much more than anger. |
| Standing where you once stood. |
| Second thoughts at your own reflection. |
| Your doubt and blinded sight. |
| Ooh, yesterday’s rain is tomorrow’s sun. |
| Yesterday I felt alive. |
| The sound of doom, the smell of pain, |
| Another soul completes it’s task. |
| Noone but God can stop the rain, |
| Noone but you could ask. |
| Second thoughts at your own reflection. |
| Your doubt and blinded sight. |
| Yesterday’s rain is tomorrow’s sun. |
| Yesterday I felt alive. |
| Yesterday’s rain is tomorrow’s sun. |
| Yesterday I feel the rain. |
| Second thoughts at your own reflection. |
| Your doubt and blinded sight. |
| Yesterday’s rain is tomorrow’s sun. |
| Yesterday I felt alive. |
| Yesterday’s rain is tomorrow’s sun. |
| Yesterday I feel the rain. |
| Yesterday’s rain is tomorrow’s sun. |
| Yesterday I felt alive. |
| Yesterday’s rain is tomorrow’s sun. |
| Yesterday I feel the rain. |