The world through his eyes is like twisted

As a thin London rain in his discontents pour down on him

And ragin clouds press his thoughts in a vice of blue

Grief and black agony.

Can't find my dreams in the darkest night without you

In my romance, without you

As a thin London rain glides away, I couldn't explain to myself what he wants

What he seeks

Reading in his eyes is like observing the frame of a picture

Disowning it's canvas with the oil-paints fallen down in the darkness of oblivion.

All he wishes is a burst of lonely words,

vegetate in a hell of talkin' eyes.

You wear your life

A fancy-dress for masses

An evidence of your thoughts

You don't want but you feel alone

He's waiting for long

Silence around

Only the noise of his time passing by

Just a trick of the light blinded him for all these grey days discovering all his hope

Absent-mindedness draws away from his pursuit

And he becomes just an actor of himself

This rain doesn't stop

If you want, can change your dress

But you can't deny that you are already wet

Let your spirit free

Through windows of your mind

No! You can't deny you're already...

Please tell me that what you are

Ever screams stronger than

What you just want to appear.

Please tell me now what you are

Ever screams stronger than

What you just want to appear.

Moon and sun passed their days lightning his eyes

Over his head

Only the noises of the time just passing by.

He crashes to the ground for the first time