I think I forgot how to write
What do you think? Am I right?
Will this dark and dull night finally sink in the blue sky?
It seems true
All the things we’ve gone through were only this foul play’s crew
Still, I cannot help myself with wondering
If he were here, what would Zimmerman do?
An electric train working perfectly goes with the flow all year long
But my soul and your visions always stay here where they belong
Hard to see, impossible to hear
But easy, so easy to feel
Everything around me I think they’re not real
Whatever, I smell a sense
Guess I’ll need a shelter
Cause I hear the rain falling
It’s calling me
Should I give it a hand or let it flow?
Would it matter in the end?
Even I know that you’ll say no
Violin playing in the background
Although there is no such a thing
I’d never call myself king, but you did
So be it
Often I forget what I have, often I lose wars and games
Time goes by, babies cry
Up in the sky, the dark bird flies too high
Sings that I could have failed big, but I did give up on the right thing
The boy on the street is new to the world
Does what he wants and repeats what he learned
No face so a mask and a coat being all he has
He dresses himself from a stolen suitcase
Claims that he might as well be Cain
But anybody with x-ray eyes can see that the boy’s only vain
Angels follow him wherever he goes
Whether to help him or to sue him, who knows
Now I hear the rain falling
It’s calling me
Should I give it a hand or let it flow?
Would it matter in the end?
Even I know that you’ll say no