I check the weather report and
I see it's raining diamonds on Neptune.
Somewhere else, I know it's raining gold.
The minerals that fall from the sky
are nothing compared to the waters of Earth,
nothing compared to the tears we've cried for each other.
Someday, when our tears are spent,
we'll find a way to make the sky cry jewels for us —
to pour something more precious onto you and me.
