11.07.2008, 23:24
schwupp, no. 20
Rain
And the rain
keeps falling down
splatters on my face
drowns my smile.
"I miss you",
I want to say
but I know,
that you can't hear me,
that you wouldn't listen,
I know
that it's not the right thing to say
that it's foolish to believe
in another reality.
So I keep silent,
I don't tell you
and I'm waiting
till the wind stops blowing,
till the memory is washed away,
I'm waiting
till the storm is over,
till I can hoist my sails again
without you.
I'm so cold,
it hurts so bad
and the rain
keeps falling down.
Rain
And the rain
keeps falling down
splatters on my face
drowns my smile.
"I miss you",
I want to say
but I know,
that you can't hear me,
that you wouldn't listen,
I know
that it's not the right thing to say
that it's foolish to believe
in another reality.
So I keep silent,
I don't tell you
and I'm waiting
till the wind stops blowing,
till the memory is washed away,
I'm waiting
till the storm is over,
till I can hoist my sails again
without you.
I'm so cold,
it hurts so bad
and the rain
keeps falling down.