I am blind
as the drops fall down
you thought you saw me once
you said
In someone else’s eyes

I can see
as the drops fall down
a door opening inside of them
shimmering yet in cold silence
leading to a room
I am alone
as the drops fall down
inside of them is our old room

Scratching on the floor
listening as you speak
a tempered metal
missing it’s link
to a time that was
once before
yet now is gone
and can sing no more

So we’ll fly out
of this blue rain
and let the sun’s shade
warm us once again.