Fortunes Storm In A Teacup
Pitter, patter, pitter, patter
One drop of rain on your window pane
Doesn't mean to say there's a thunderstorm coming
The rain may fall
For an hour or more
But it doesn't matter
No, it doesn't matter.
One gentle breeze blowing softly through the trees
Doesn't mean to say there's a hurricane humming
So don't start running
Every time you hear it coming
Cuz it doesn't matter
You know it doesn't matter
One little word that you may have overheard
Doesn't mean to say that my love for you is dying
So don't start crying over second-hand lying
Cuz it doesn't matter
No, it doesn't matter
It's a storm in a teacup
Brewing up double
All those tiny little troubles
It's a storm in a teacup
It really doesn't matter
If it pitter, pitter, patters all the day
