the rain falls where the petal's sleep
of a flower, not yet ready to seed

and i see what i cannot free

a dream not steady to breathe
that will blossom once it has bled

with all the shapes and figures
we keep deep inside our heads



i was never ready to leave
but there was nothing else
i could ever be; a heart
on an island full of stone



even if i could erase myself
there'll always be what i've known

and it will keep on screaming
long after i'm done and gone

back to the unknown
with all that has grown

and i know I'll still be there,
waiting for the world to ask

reflecting on my face
i see in the reflection;

as the world grows dark
through the glass


and i see the door to the window
it's closing in on me
it's closing in on me
It's eating the view

it wasn't build to last

there's nothing outside but the rain
but the pain and tears blurring
my eyes at last


there's nothing but the veins
of a storm that's about to mourn

and there's this forest
inside of me
that just wants to hunt and roam

and i see the rain falling,


the rain falls where the metal weeps
of a flower, not yet ready to be freed


but i see what i can free


the door to the window
it's closing in on me
but my mind has left

in midst of the clouds
where life is born
far away from myself

and for every time the storm bleeds
a flower will breed

and piece by piece
the door will start to fade

a forest shall be made
as wide as the window can be

as vast as you can see
as alive as you want to be

the door to the window
never had a key

it was just us,
filled to the brim
and we couldn't keep it in.