When rain falls,
but doesn't hit the ground.
The grass gets cut,
but the mower makes no sound.
Thats what it feels like to leave your light
Alone in the dark on a winters night.
When the skies are blue;
But the waters red.
When the sun sets;
While shadows are dead.
Thats what it sounds like to leave your sight
Lost in the abyss used to your delight.
The scars that were sealed closed
re-open each time,
Your eyes meet with mine
A tear makes its salty line...
Across my cheek it bares his grudge
To never again love
Just as it loved.
When rain falls,
but doesn't hit the ground.
The grass gets cut,
but the mower makes no sound.
Thats what it feels like to leave your light
Alone in the dark on a winters night.
When the skies are blue;
But the waters red.
When the sun sets;
While shadows are dead.
Thats what it sounds like to leave your sight
Lost in the abyss used to your delight.
The scars that were sealed closed
re-open each time,
Your eyes meet with mine
A tear makes its salty line...
Across my cheek it bares his grudge
To never again love
Just as it loved.