When rain pours away another day,

It's another way to see the sun.

When all these days, they end up gay

I'm just one shot away from none.

You know, you know, I sit here lying under burning violets

I think about how I lost you.

I think about how much I've lost, I never want to forget

It's a steep isle to find, a hard thing to do.

I convince myself I never ever lost.

[Chrous]

There's smething about it

There's something about it

How could I have found it,

when I nearly lost it?

There's something about it

There's something about it

When I lost it,

I nearly found it

It was a steep hill to climb,

It was just another opsitcal

I would have to search, and find.

I think I've lost it,

but it only showed me what to find.

It showed me what I had to recover in time

[Chrous]

There's smething about it

There's something about it

How could I have found it,

when I nearly lost it?

There's something about it

There's something about it

When I lost it,

I nearly found it

Song Bio: This song literally goes into detail for me. One day, I was sitting outside on my deck while it was raining. I then began to think about everything. I thought about all the mistakes I have made in my life. I felt pinches of regret, but I realized if I never made the f*ck-ups, I wouldn't be as cautious as I am today. Ironically, it stopped raining, and the sun came out. It lightened my mood, greatly. The line "You know, you know, I sit here lying under burning violets..." is a literal statment. When the sun came out I laid on my deck and looked at the sky. I began to tap my fingers beside me, and came up with a unique, Baroque-sounding beat. The lyrics started popping into my mind. One of the most creative ways I came up with a song, I think!