I am blind as the drops fall down you thought you saw me once you said In someone else’s eyes I can see as the drops fall down a door opening inside of them shimmering yet in cold silence leading to a room I am alone as the drops fall down inside of them is our old room Scratching on the floor listening as you speak a tempered metal missing it’s link to a time that was once before yet now is gone and can sing no more So we’ll fly out of this blue rain and let the sun’s shade warm us once again.