Silent pitters
With patters yet to come
The rain drips of the leaves
Slowly one by one
I see life really clearly
When I cannot see the sun
The moon feels like its watching me
Its spotlight illuminates my skin
I love this type of night
The comforting rain
And the friendly moon
I hope that in our dreams tonight
We can make love inside my room

Some people see it
The pain in their eyes
In the corner of their smile
And the politeness of their lies
Because they know the feeling too
So they smile back
And tell their own lies

How would anyone really know if the wounds don't bleed
The wounds never heal if they have no chance to speak


So, for tonight I will drift away in my dreams..

The chill has come
From feverous winds
And the coming darkness in the sky

My brain feels numb
As if everything internal has faded away
No more chitter chatter in my mind

The rain feels gentle
A feeling as forgiving as the midnight sky
It tells story's with its pitters and patters into the late night

I love this feeling
To admire what we have
Because we have so much

Yet it never seems to be enough
But for this moment
I can just appreciate the beauty

And for tomorrow, who knows