It's too quiet now-a-days
The sounds in here just aren't the same
Where is the ringing in the moments of the day?
Back in this bubble sound is bleak
It's only buzzing when they speak
There's no excitement when they talk about the rain.
My sleep is peaceful every night
Nothing to stir this busy mind
And I am left to dream of memories once shared.
But I'll keep singing 'til I fly
Relive the times that keep me high
And wait patiently for it to rain on me.
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