• It's pouring rain at my house,
    A little hell weaves in like a mouse.
    Thunder and lightning
    I do not find you frightening.
    So keep it coming.

    As I sing

    Pitter patter, pitter patter.
    Does it matter, does it matter?
    As I hear the bells ring
    Against the pitter patter
    That doesn't really matter.

    The rain has slowed down
    Hitting softly against the ground.
    And in my mind, your haunting face
    As I stand in this silent place.
    Oh, just keep this all coming.

    As I sing
    Against the booming bell's ring.
    Ignoring this pitter patter
    That never even mattered

    And as I searched for your song
    I realized I was wrong
    I was the pitter patter
    To you, that never mattered

    It was enough to make me sing
    Quieting the bell's ring
    And I forced out of my mind
    This worthless pitter patter.