Buckets of rain,
buckets of tears,
buckets of grey,
on a day like every other day,
that is so grey around here,
yes, buckets of rain,
buckets of tears,
buckets of grey,
going to paint my walls with some colour,
just to get away from the fear,
the fear of being miserable,
and the tiredness of it all,
day after day,
year after year,
yes, I have had enough,
and I am going to paint my walls with brighter colours,
well, actually no,
I'll just save the money and go on holiday permanently,
far away from here,
and that will be better for me,
oh, why sky,
oh, why sky do you have to be such a misery,
cannot you see you bring me far too many tears,
and there is enough rain in you,
and I have no wish for rain in me,
so, I will save my money and go on holiday,
permanently to spite you,
far, far, far away from here.