Can't find the knife to make it rain
The searching turns me mad
Don't worry, darling
Red precipitation isn't so bad.
Each day a new scapegoat
Each day it's harder to convince
The public that you're fine
Each day they will continue their hints.
It's hard to show and not tell
How can I show you what I'm feeling
I can't tell you what's on my mind.
Your head would be reeling.
I will continue my journey and my journal
And my rose red rain.
One day you might understand,
I won't show or tell my pain.