These wet streets, those people down here...
As it's raining like hell, they'll have purpose.
- Destination to reach. So I'm not the only one.
This job needs me to keep walking, and still looking
around when there is nothing. I know - Soon this is
isn’t life. I have done this for so long I start to
forget it. ...And also those great, but meaningless
little things in life.
More I think about lighter rain, it gets harder.
It feels like my car's windshield is going to break.
Crack into pieces like effect of the broken heart.
Out here is a darkness, which is struggling to be lit by lights.
Lonely lampposts side by side are trying to make a day,
but between shafts of light, there is still a darkness.
And in that darkness, the wet street glitters, falling rain washes
the dust away... Beauty is beneath the surface.
Humid steps throught the air splitting rain,
guides my road. Falling rain touches my hair...
Gently brush bad hair cut of mine, while the
Ever-tiny hair fell in sleep by her touch.
And thousands of drops of water races down my face.
And if I cry, tears washed away with a rain.
And if I cry, I'm just invisible man who cries.
Through the rain, I see flashing light,
where blue and red colour the wall of brown building.
In that own obscurity, I see an experienced old man -
with all creases, unashamedly. Throught the yellow tapes,
and rust flowering door, shows why the lifeless
doesn't breath. In the room of the shadows of shades -
On lonely, red straiped bed - lies a stone-cold man.
In his hand, his holding a diary. Diary of personal secrets,
and all the answers lies in there like ashen-faced man.
But man himself won't tell the truth... Truth is always
buried in somewhere else - in the place, what interests us...
Just the words, that "I'm sorry" are the last ones.
He died with a broken heart, and the splinters of
glass are on the wall... and blood covered, frayed
photo on the floor... Image from last loved one he
ever loved. Pointless sacrifice turns to a bless
when all the joy is gone. There's only a darkness,
which want to embrace you - because you want to
leave this place with her. Love her like a gold,
and I leave you to dissapear...
Walking under rain again, I start to think own mortality.
We "are" - Then we "were". And when the time comes, all the
memories we lived, fades away like tears in the rain.
Middle of the sounds in my head, I see window between
the darkly clouds, where the bright starry night is trying
smile to me...