From the recording Boombox Blasts
Lyrics
It’s never good enough for you
Everything I do
You’re still unhappy
You always seemed so calm
So cool
Didn’t know there was a killer inside you
Now I wonder where my sun has gone
Every break of dawn
You steal it from me
You steal it from me
You’re clouds on my sunny day
You made your mistakes and then you fled
Into the night, in the dead of winter
If only you’d had your pride
Your light would die
It’s like clothing on you
You wear your masks so well
It was hard to tell
That a storm was coming
A storm was coming
You unleashed your hell
You’re rain on my
You’re rain on my
You’re rain on my parade
So what’s your next move
What you going to do
When the past comes calling
You can’t recognize what is true
So what’s left of you
Just smoke and mirrors
Who’s left to take the blame
Now I know your game
Who’s going to rain on your
Rain on your
Rain on your parade
Who’s going to rain on your
Rain on your
Rain on your parade