Hey you looking right at me
Do you remember me
You know, I'm the one
Writing on the walls while you're away
I keep trying
To make it nice in there
But there's no way to make you stay
And when you're not around
I wonder where you go
These times you stop dreaming along
I come home
And find an empty head
And I keep writing
Until you come back

Can you teach a bee
How to be an egoist ?
Would you take a knee
If you were told to ?

How high's the limit
On how much the walls can speak ?
Teach a cat to sneak up on you
and you now when it does

However, fine
Don't truly believe in anything
How do you know
What you'd change ?
How could you see
That you're believing

Some days are the lasts of their kind
Fly away unknown bound to thrive
When something comes back
It has always been there

It falls like rain
Simple and plain
Dropplets riddle
Each other
And the ground moves them
Together

And in a pool
Recallers whirl
Darting away
As if
Run by some fool
Swiming like they would never reach the floor

Well you just stepped
In little waves
On which God knows how many wept
But where painters
Got their own caves

Lights are running on the walls
Shining through the glass left and right
Behind a brawl comes quiet and stalls

Moving again this time it seems
Probably nothing worth a fight
Maybe someone's been dodging beams ?  
Once every cat has got his bite
This all will surely settle down

Red, blue, shadows on the walls
Don't put a finger on your phone
Pull down the curtains
Shut the lights
After all you got yourself
A better hole to dig
Don't you ?
Some good leather to lick
A good coward
Will earn your name
It's probably too late
For you

Hey there
You're losing it friend
Don't bother about who I am
Just call me the voice of the rain

The oceans
Have pretty steep waves
These days you can't tell up from down
It's the same over and again

And when the days end
We trickle down
Call you over
Again and again

I don't care
What you think
Don't believe
In anything you see

Our name
Is watered down
How could yours then
Have any colour

You did all the things
You loathe
You will never
Be born again

There's a chip in the crystal ceiling
I can see it from there
Printing down shards of the outside world
Softly pushing among the dust

Light is flashing along the rust
Figures stood still  and  shadows whirled
A distinct smell of walls populates the air
And colours look unappealing

In a foreign land some silhouettes dancing
They keep bringing kids to the fair
and at some point the surroundings curled
In deeper dreams and further disgust