A song a week even if Pete is drooling on himself

It had been raining a lot last week, which naturally got me thinking about the universe and elements we cannot control.  Even though we make calculated decisions everyday to better our lives, it will all be washed away by an unknown force.  In actuality this is the only thing that does make sense, not our inconsequential efforts.  Still, we are programmed and must keep face, right? We must deny the fact that we are nothing and most likely are just over when we die. Hope it’s sunny this next week.
Lyrics:

And it makes more sense than I
When the storm has come
To close our doors and to pull down every blind
I want to rot in ecstasy
Cause the more I live, the more I see
It’s the only thing I need

And when the rain comes down
But the well runs dry
It’s gonna make more sense than you or I
It comes whenever it wants to melt sky
And still it makes more sense than you or I
And Everybody should know
We still must try
We gotta fill ourselves up
We must deny
That when the rain comes down and it’s the end
We’re never gonna have a chance to meet again

And it makes more sense than I
When the horses come to trample Earth
I’m gonna take them for a ride
Now all we’ll see is red
But would you rather it be like usually
When we can’t see a thing instead

And it makes more sense than I
When the rain comes down and it’s the end
It was so nice to know you my friend