This is one of my personal favorites. The lyrics deal with rediscovery, love, and how such things relate to the weather. You know, insanity.
i paint the sky
with my own eyes
and all the rain drops down
they brush my cheeks
and set me free
and a resurrected dream is found
the dew is you
the crime is time
we feel the chill
the smiles are dealed
and all the seed is thrown
despite the damp
and stomach cramps
another tree is grown
the dew is you
the crime is time
and every time you smile
the world becomes worthwhile
and every time i see
i almost want to be me
but every since you messed it up
an honest folly, but i've had enough
but now there's so much in your eyes
that really makes me want to die