Another rain spattered evening
dreaming worn out dreams
yet they can be so deceiving
Telling my heart "reality's not real"
Hoping for total oblivion
wishing all old wounds would heal
for so they say the darkest hours must flee
Oh when and where is the darkest hour for me?
my twenty minute (trice) has stretched from all proportion
and so by doing my mind has reached distortion

Still the rain keeps falling
Showering down in glee
As if to cry those needed tears
unable to be shed by me
How could outside galaxies
know the pain I hold inside?
Why would they shed such tears for me
for thoughts that I must hide?
No human heart could understand
whats locked within my mind
For I have searched and weary grown
But the key I cannot find
Even if the door stood open wide
what would I see within my mind?

The pattering is replaced by a watery golden sun
Ageless thoughts will disappear
oblivion has begun.

It's in a box and under the bed
Written on my lips, inside my head
It's at the end of the Golden Mile
Behind the sofa, playing on my smile,
It's floating away on a spiral breeze
Sinking to the bottom of the seven seas
Buried in the sand, X marks the spot
of the ****** mystery's secret plot
Beneath the floorboards, in my shoe
In the attic and the cellar too
It's under the mattress - it was above
My secret, ****, shameful love
Trying not to place the blame
For the love that dare not speak its name
The cinema inside's the only place to go
And I know that you've seen the show.