Mud in the gutter;
Rain drops mix with tear drops,
And thunder drowns your sobs.
Your fists shake on my chest
And I know I did my best.
But I’m sure that it’s raining in Paris.

Open your eyes;
And the rain drops sting your eyes,
And the thunder splits the skies.
Your eyes are red
My eyes are dead.
And I’m sure that it’s raining in Paris.