It's the rain that I hear coming
Not a stranger or a ghost
It's the quiet of a storm approaching
That I fear the most
It's the pain that I hear coming...The slightest crystal tear, drops to the ground in silence, when my love is near...
Darling, when did you fall? When was it over?
Darling when? When did you fall?...Darling when? When did you cry? I couldn't hear you..
I suppose it is the price of falling in love..