I HEAR A SOUND, ITS ' GOING THROUGH MY BRAIN
I HEAR TALKING OF PEOPLE, I FEEL THE FALLING RAIN
I SEE A YOUNG MAN CRYNG'
CAUSE THE WHOLE WORLD HAS LET HIM DOWN
I SEE A YOUNG MAN CRYNG'
STARING AT THE COLD, COLD GROUND
MY MIND IS LIKE A SPRING
IN A CLOCK THAT WON'T UNWILD
CAN'T SEE, CAN'T THINK, CAN'T FEEL, I'M OUT OF TIME
I'M UP AND DOWN, TELL ME WHERE WILL IT END
ON THIS CARROUSSEL, TELL ME WHERE WILL IT END
I HEAR THUNDER AND I CAN FEEL THE WIND
I CAN FEEL ANGRY FACES IN THE EYES OF MEN
I HEAR TALKING OF PEOPLE
THE WHOLE WORD HAS GONE INSANE
AND ALL THERE IS LEFT IS THE FALLING RAIN
I SEE FIRE AND RAIN AND BLOODSHED ALL AROUND
AND IT KEEPS GOING THROUGH
MY BRAIN, IHEAR THE SOUND
I HEAR TALKING OF PEOPLE
THE WHOLE WORD HAS GONE INSANE
AND ALL THERE IS LEFT IS THE FALLING RAIN
ALL THERE IS LEFT IS THE FALLING RAIN