north-west rain /igor/
the wind that goes from nowhere
unspeakable thoughts to bring outside
the cage is most rusty when clouds are unnamed
and little guy is checkin' drainpipe
there was a sound in a long corridor
some kind of we will never taste
mmm afraid of being on a run
is that why it stucked in old room
tears are blinding head inclined overall
cost of the smile is thin
drizzled drops are made to kneel, so why
all the tricks I use hate me
I cried for help - he was dancing in the rain
I tried to break - always seems to fade away
like I said signs that I've read
they don't mean if we miss the light
the road leads to burning woods
untide my lips and take me underground
I'm twisted in colours of gods only news
then maybe my soul is to never learn
when it rains blood that's in my veins
turns to flame finally clouded hate
