On this rainy day Drops came down And washed away the smile I wear to hide away the truth Backyard novelty Running from the poverty We hide ourselves away in secret rooms How does it come that I open my eyes? World from here becomes much clearer Into deep I creep, pulling out another brick The mystery awaits behind the door Scratched walls and floors We are not to choose our homes It’s cold outside and I won’t find my sleep One by another my leaves fade away World from here becomes much clearer World from here becomes much clearer