To the window of my eyes
I can see the rainy day
Sitting in the chair of my cold room
Looking for a way to be the one who I am
Choosing to cry for the things I once have known
Thinking it will come back and reach my home
It's like a distant, like a distant face
It's like a shadow on my wall
Something that I can touch heavenly
As it calls the shelter of my mind
Hides my lover not here
And I keep on looking for a reason which is not here
. . .
To the window of my eyes
I can see the rainy day
Sitting in the chair of my cold room
Looking for a way to be the one who I am
Choosing to cry for the things I once have known
Thinking it will come back and reach my home
. . .