Out on the terrace in the pouring rain.
I call to you,
“Oh please, won’t you come down again?”
And you can tell my heart is true
in each sweet syllable
of your name,
but isn’t there something so beautiful
about the blue
that you’ve discovered over the cloud-covered pain?
How it calls to you,
to never come down
and forget all the troubles of love…
Out on the terrace in the pouring rain,
I pull you down,
and let you know that the world down here can be just as bright
as the one up there.