You're growing up,
And the rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree,
That'll someday rule the Earth.
And it's good that there is rain.
It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions,
And it clears the streets of the silent armies,
So we can dance.

Let's go dance around in the rain.
Don't pay any attention to the people staring from inside.
We'll leave all our cares behind.
And you can hear it the pitter patter of on the rooftop.