when clouds are filled with angel tears
they will pour their hearts into your ears
and hope that someday you will hear thier cries
from the rocky shores of lullabies
forever gleaming on the sand
the sun is there to lend a hand
and wont go down when the day is done
but hides its face from those who run
when clouds are filled with angel tears
there's nothing there to fear
just some mourning in the morning sun
just some sadness in the rain
just the sound of a broken heart
facing a new day
happiness in the cries of the morning
happiness is a heartfelt warning
happiness on a rainy day
is when the sun comes out to play
but when it gets too hot to think
a little rain will bring a drink
what makes you happy
is relative
to what is in your heart
each day you live
