The door is closed and the lights dim
When I look into the future of this adventure.
Only alone I see the reason,
the hidden underwater thread
Passing idle
Through my days and my hands.
I wish it was passing through my head.
Raining your name
I am rain of numbers
In this stream of data and strings
When your name falls.
Many years gone by
Under the sun and under the clouds.
Only to me it is
Still a punch in the stomach
