You know how you are so used to having episodes and you’re tired of it, but you know it will pass, anyway? So, you cry; you weep; you catch your breath. You sleep in a tear-stained pillow without knowing why and the next thing you know, it has passed. It is morning again.
I love how in the music video, the rain shatters that stillness of blackness because even the ones who seem so composed and do not feel have their own emotions.