Texty: Avalanche City. The Citizens.

I could see the rainclouds over
The grey chased away the colour
It's hailing and storming all on the citizens
Leaving them running for their umbrellas

Hold on, hold om
She said to me
Won't be long, won't be long
'Til we all will see
The colours will return to their owners
and citizens emerge from the covers

I could see the fear take over
Hearts hardened to the sound of closeness
It's aching and pounding all on the citizens
Leaving them wishing they had a lover

Hold on, hold on
She said to me
Won't be long, won't be long
'Til we all will see
The lovers will emerge from their silence
And citizens return from their covers

And the lights on the street go dark
But all the heaviness is in my heart
And the colours on the leaves are grey
But I hold heaven in my heart today

The rainclouds begin to pour
And the greyness defeats us all
And I know she said that it's okay
But I'll take anything she will say