Raining down, it's the

Raining down, it's the tears of their love's oppresion,

Around the world there are people suffering depression.

Instead guiding them through, we go and terrorize them,

Never minding their hearts, we go and crash and burn them.

Breaking their hearts, breaking their souls, we never see what's there.

Of course their lies a small minority that mends their love,

When minority turns to majority may they see love is love.