Staring out these windows at your pockets,
full of tears...

There's not a care in the world-
no worry, no sorrow...

She waits on the grassy hill for that one chance
she waits for the rain to fall silently upon her...

Rain gently pitter-patters against the window...
life is one long chorus and refrain...

How am I to cope in a life without you,
a life in which every shade I look at always seems...

An eternity since I arrived, they wiped away
the dust I have long kept. I can tell that...

Yearning flashes. Colors burst.
My skin aches with the thought of you...

There's only a tiny piece of me that stayed alive...
I was never any more whole than I was in that...

Drowning in my tears,
basking in my fears...

I am full of faults
and full of flaws...