I Lie in Rain

I saw your ghost today.
(I saw you once, looking twice, gazing straight in my eyes)
It was pale as white, harboring inner fear.
I lie in the rain.
(Like the bones of unburied, rusted stale remains).
This soul machine has seen its day, has seen its day or so they say.

(I thrive in pain, lie in rain. I’ll be waiting for a perfect storm).
I can tell you from the second that I saw the wall.
That your pain was on the verge of hell’s kinetic fall.
I’m encapsulated by my own dismay.
Another quaint bouquet or utter disarray?

I think I’m gonna move away tonight.
(Tonight, tonight, tonight…)
Coeur d’Alene sounds nice.
You know without the noise?
Why am I still filling void.
This void inside…
Ticking rhymes and I get it out to find…
and I let it out on the fucking intercom of death.
Headless? “Oh what a mess”.
Now is it bosom or breast?
I guess I’m caught up in the silence.
(I thrive in pain, lie in rain. I’ll be waiting for a perfect storm).
I can tell you from the second that I saw the wall.
That your pain was on the verge of hell’s kinetic fall.
I’m encapsulated by my own dismay.
Another quaint bouquet or utter disarray?
I’m waiting for a perfect storm.
Yea I am waiting for a perfect storm tonight.
In the context of a gypsy heart.
Through the bottle necks of a timeless art.
Forgotten passionate sex that has left you dark.
Bares a hollow nest that will mark your scars.
I Lie in Rain.
I think I’m gonna move away tonight.