Melancholy plucks the wet power wires.
Clouds squeeze between treetops and buildings
Better to hear fall's new piece.
...
Yellow is paid with greed
And the emptiness of the soul.
Black is paid with the innocent blood
And hypocrisy.
...
The Melody Of Rain
Melancholy plucks the wet power wires.
Clouds squeeze between treetops and buildings
Better to hear fall's new piece.
Open your window blinds,
Close your eyelids
And dive into the melody of rain.