Sing under the rain. Someone, someone without anyone, will listen to your crying in the night, when you are bleeding from the bones. Don't give me that look anymore. Play, pretend time runs away and don't give me that look anymore. Your shadow bangs against the wall that you break into echoes. Come closer and drift away my dreaming soul. Drink this misery water, drink it on the swing and take it away from the suffering ones, burn the cross and blow the ashes... so blind. What's wrong with you, boy? Don't tell me how it feels anymore.
