Faded flowers
All sailing away

All the words in the world
Going astray

Blares the sad lamp tonight

and when the rainmen talk of peace,
planting seeds, making ideas and dreams
I look through great windows
and start to forsee

I can just remember,
you in a worn out picture of my 
mind

But now words are thrown
In directions they are falling

I fall asleep by the sad 
lamp, with smiling eyes

but when the rainmen talk of peace,
planting seeds, making ideas and dreams
I look through great windows
and start to forsee