Let there be sunshine, let there be rain, let the broken hearted love again.
You can hide beneath the covers and study your pain, make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain. Waste your summer praying in vain, for a savior to rise from these streets.
Well let there be sunlight, let there be rain Let the brokenhearted love again Sherry, we can run with our arms open before the tide.
