Again

In this silly weather sits a cloud shaped brain I glanced into the mirror then I hear it start to rain and rain The rain could gather in my head and shed these thoughts and views but Clouds don't match my boots in this weather Again, again, again In the middle of this room's a crowded man Who leaned into the picture but he fell into the frame No one noticed much his presence, nor much less his claim There's no sound left to hear this man's name Again, again, again In the feather coffin lies the face of you Who's burning mask of laughter and of sorrow know the truth Of men and women young and old who all once were confused But now their love burns hot like embers Again, again, again Again, again, again