I want to cry in the rain,
as loud as I can be,
until I run out of tears.

In the dark, on an empty street,
all I can hear is only the thunder,
smell nothing but the sense of the earth.

I want to cry in the rain,
as loud as I can be,
until I run out of tears.

In the dark, on an empty street,
where no-one will see,
until you come and find me.

~~Fiddler 01/17/2002