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