The world through his eyes is like twisted 

As a thin London rain in his discontents pour down on him 

And ragin clouds press his thoughts in a vice of blue 

Grief and black agony. 


Can't find my dreams in the darkest night without you 

In my romance, without you 

As a thin London rain glides away, I couldn't explain to myself what he wants 

What he seeks 


Reading in his eyes is like observing the frame of a picture 

Disowning it's canvas with the oil-paints fallen down in the darkness of oblivion. 


All he wishes is a burst of lonely words, 

vegetate in a hell of talkin' eyes. 

You wear your life 

A fancy-dress for masses 

An evidence of your thoughts 

You don't want but you feel alone 


He's waiting for long 

Silence around 

Only the noise of his time passing by 

Just a trick of the light blinded him for all these grey days discovering all his hope 


Absent-mindedness draws away from his pursuit 

And he becomes just an actor of himself 

This rain doesn't stop 

If you want, can change your dress 

But you can't deny that you are already wet 


Let your spirit free 

Through windows of your mind 

No! You can't deny you're already... 


Please tell me that what you are 

Ever screams stronger than 

What you just want to appear. 

Please tell me now what you are 

Ever screams stronger than 

What you just want to appear. 


Moon and sun passed their days lightning his eyes 

Over his head 

Only the noises of the time just passing by. 

He crashes to the ground for the first time