| Tears after Sunrise The rain comes down when an angel cries. At least that’s what some people say. I’ve been hurt by too many lies, But now I have no need to pray. The colors of the pale sunrise Tell me you’re not far away. And once again I see your eyes. With you begins another day. Could there be anything, could there be anyone To replace your bright face in the soft morning sun? And if we cause the angels pain, If it was never to be, We’ll walk together in the rain And show them we want to be free. I guess if we’ve both insane, It doesn’t matter what they see. The angels’ tears are all in vain. What matters most is you and me. If the clouds block your way when you’re lost and alone, I’ll adore you much more than you ever have known. The colors of the pale sunrise Tell me you’re not far away. And once again I see your eyes. With you begins another day. |