For every evening you close your eyes,
Hoping, praying to a god you don't believe in
That when you wake up, the pain will have gone
Remember
Every morning the sun gets up and begins to shine,
Every evening the moon sets out and stays in line
Today, tomorrow and many of the next days may not cure your crying song
But one day, the rain will go, the sun will shine
And hope, hope has not resigned.
