Playing with the rain, but the rhythm is random I sit in abandon with a hand on the wheel
But I'm still unable to leave
Dazed by the slow moving mass of the cranes Sedated by the memories I only remember to forget
Like a radio signal in a flash
And at last I am cleansed out If you could see what I see, if you could be in my sleep If you found me, I'd be lost
No cost is greater than to let go with a past like yours