Spring and a storm - Tally Hall

One time I tried to sing

about spring and a storm.

But you know,

F#mhow it goes.

Blah blah blah blah blah blah, blah-blah-blaaah.

All along...

Won't you pleeeease stop complaining?

I'm playing a song.

But all the rain comes down the same,

falling to from where it came.

On the ground then back around up into the sky

I wish you could've heard the music,

when the clouds growled overhead.

I finally felt enthusiastic,

I finally felt alive.

Blah blah blah blah blah blah, blah-blah-blaaah.

So you said:

would it pleeeease you to listen,

to thunder instead?

Man, the rain came down that day

and it drained my soul away.

And I wondered why I even bothered to try

Mr. Moon, F#mtell us about the sky.

The sky...is deep..and dark...and eternally high.

Many people think that's where you go when you die.

Do you?

Well I think you return to obscure,

or wherever you were, before you were,

but I won't let you lose yourself in the rain.

We have so much left to sing,

there's a storm for every spring.

All you see and you and me became from a star.

You're a star,

You're a star.