These days I feel so constrained.
I could not be at all deranged,
But when I could at all refrain
I run out into the falling rain
Of your love, ah, it's quite strange.

Because while I gasp for liberty
This emptiness inside of me
Is waiting there to be set free.
A candle or a wish or three
For stars are falling onto me.

And there's nothing you can do about it.