I looked up from my glass
Into the sky,
There's no room in my comic book to hide.
The calendar swung on the wall
Held by a rusty nail,
And down came the strange rain
And washed my thoughts away.
So stop in the sky and tell me why
You're changing your colours before my eyes;
Yellow, blue, green and grey
Settled on my window-pane,
And made the rain that came seem strange,
Just like strange rain.
And still I sat beside the fire,
And watched as it fell,
Coming colours from above
Into my citadel.
My eyes are all embroidered
In the rainbow you have made,
Now it seems as though it's just,
Just like strange rain.