To the window of my eyesI can see the rainy daySitting in the chair of my cold roomLooking for a way to be the one who I amChoosing to cry for the things I once have knownThinking it will come back and reach my homeIt's like a distant, like a distant faceIt's like a shadow on my wallSomething that I can touch heavenlyAs it calls the shelter of my mindHides my lover not hereAnd I keep on looking for a reason which is not here. . .To the window of my eyesI can see the rainy daySitting in the chair of my cold roomLooking for a way to be the one who I amChoosing to cry for the things I once have knownThinking it will come back and reach my home. . .
