My Beautiful Shirt

You, you thought it was raining

But that was naive, I thought you would know

That the clouds, the clouds were crying

Like they do at times like these

Two tears, two tears in one eye

They just don't go, one has to run

They fall, they fall upon my shirt

To dampen its day and render me cold

Sad, sad, sad

All this worries me

So I'll hold on tight

To the books I love

And my fondest shirts

Sad, sad, sad

Sad, sad

You paint smiles on your face

Yet you hide so much more

For when the clouds, the clouds start crying

You're left alone with your misery

And my shirt is no longer beautiful

Only stained with sorry thoughts

You, you found the great doors

But never once did you find the key

All this worries me

So I'll hold on tight

To the books I love

And my fondest shirts

Before we both lose sight

Of the dearer things

Before we both lose sight

Of the dearer things