Iīm looking out of the window
See the sky is turning grey
Donīt know why itīs happening
But tomorrow is the day after today

Turn around, yes my friend
Keep on watching the sky
When I ask for the reason
They canīt tell me why

We pay for this, we pay for that,
We pump it out and it feels so schitzofrein
You try to control it and make it your way
But you never ever gonna stop the rain

Iīve been searching for a long long time

The stuff we get back is the stuff that we dump
The problem never was the rain
But we let it be, we even donīt care
It feels that we are eating our own brains

The acid rains will kill