I hear a sound, it's going through my brain
I hear talking, I feel the falling rain
I see a young man crying 'cause the whole world has let him down
I see a young man crying, staring at the cold, cold ground
My mind is like a spring in a clock that won't unwind
Can't see, can't think, can't feel
I'm up and down, tell me where will it end
On this carousel, tell me when will it end
I hear thunder and I can feel the wind
I can see angry faces in the eyes of men
I hear talking of people the whole world has gone insane
And all there is left is the falling rain
I see fire and rain and bloodshed all around
And it keeps going through my brain, I hear the sound
I hear talking of people the whole world has gone insane
And all there is left is the falling rain
All there is left is the falling rain