You theorize over breakfast with Jane Doe
And you realize you’ve hit an all time low
Maybe the rain must fall to soften the soil
Happiness is a bean
In a paper bag full of dreams
Maybe the rain must fall
You say that life is never what it seems
You claim that the truth
Is always the space between
Maybe the rain must fall to soften the soil
Happiness is a bean
In a paper bag full of dreams
Maybe the rain must fall