When the rain starts to fall, I feel at home. No matter where I am, thats just the way its meant to be. My way of solitude, is second to none, Its just the only way I remember. Like driftwood on the tide, Im carried out. Onto the sea, from there who knows? As long as it keeps raining, Im home and dry. I float on into the depths of my mind... Those melancholic feelings, so damp and dark. To me are like a summers cooling breeze. Memories from a time of life, That seems to me now, so far away. Young and innocent, black with child eyes. The way I used to see, it seemed so clear, From here, everythings so unsure everything so unsure... Them years before my birth, they seem so much to me, A nieve face looking into the sky. And now that skys uncast and unclear, And Im so sure like yesterdays rain.
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