Every drop rattled till it stopped shining through a misty tide it felt so insecure that night you´ve lost the map but the way out here is trapped pure inside enough to see pure enough to disagree
fall into the stain the stars they used to drain until it rained
Your tears have turned the water black you just stumble and wait for the attack Your hands protect your eyes I´m sure you´ve lost your speech but things don´t happen before they´ve come to grief...