the autumn rain is falling
down on a whithered lip
in fact, the whole world is to fall along
beneath the skin there slowly crawling
yet too unknown to be ripped
the venom much too strong
though trying to spit it off with the millionth cigarette
spit it down on you
smiling somewhere polishing your friday's finger-tips
it does not seem to ever hit your head
nor to fight its way down through
all the water knocking on your window drip
just like a window pane
tempting me to break it with a bare-skinned hand
like touching the pistol of a smiling policeman
only to see what then comes
is letting you rule my mind again
the same old autumn calling
too permanent and deadly just to understand
“nothing lasts forever, even cold november rain”
yet the burning rain keeps falling
with that senseless chant
in fact, the whole world is to fall again
still trying to spit it off though it never falls on you I know
for the winter's come
and before I could water those blue eyes
it simply turns to snow
(and covers everything..)
just like a window pane
tempting to be broken with a bare-skinned hand
like touching the pistol of a smiling policeman
only to see what is then to come
perhaps this will hurt..
when feeling flame maybe I now finally understand
touching it means being burnt..
yes, it's raining, my dear.. I can see..
and you just smile and point
“why does it always rain on me?”
why not to die in water? cant see the reason, son :) look at it logically - the more it is raining, the higher is the water level - in fact, raining takes you higher ;))
why not to die in water? cant see the reason, son :) look at it logically - the more it is raining, the higher is the water level - in fact, raining takes you higher ;))