Sometimes the rain is in the air,
Like the tears I hold in me.
Feels like once in our cave,
Keeping out the cold and keeping in the time.
It's time to follow your own way.
That you once found, and silently lost.
In nights I was able to look back,
When I gave my tears into your hand.
If you want to walk alone,
You need to know I'll soon follow you.
If you want to walk alone,
You need to know I'll soon follow you.