Thinking I might tell everyone my secrets to life With dead leaves and bad dreams Like the ones I used to write And April showers Bring showers bring suicides in May And April showers will fill the brockets to lovers' line And the pain lies in learning You're so tired You're so tired You're so tired But you're laughing all the way home I hate the moonlight when it brings out your eyes And ill tell you what I think You're so tired You're so tired You're so tired But you're laughing all the way home Can April showers bring suicides in May? Bring suicides in May? See how I've fallen It's a find out to find out You're right You're right I hate the moonlight when it brings out your eyes And I'll tell you what I think You're so tired You're so tired You're so tired You're so tired...