It keeps raining

My tea´s gone cold and I´m wondering why I go out of bed at all...
The morning rain clouds up my window... and I can´t see at all. And even if I could it´d all be grey, but your picture on my wall... It reminds me that it´s not so bad, it´s not so bad...

And what it will there... What will be when you're gone? Will be everything going as then? Will be there that magic bright in my eyes? Will I continue dreaming about finding you in the night? Will it rain again every time that I'll think of having you?
What will happen... when this island is no longer to yours. When I get the control... what will happen when everything is under my yoke? How I'll face what you'll leave behind...
And who will be there? Who really will be there?

I can't avoid grown up, like you can't avoid to change. It's just that I don't want to see... that you'll never come back. That the years never return back, that life gets off between the fingers, that you drift apart from me... That you leave.
When you're gone... Who will see the blackened sky with me?
When you're gone... Who will still awake in this eternal nights?
When you're gone... Will we rise?

So...

When you're gone... I still wishing stay by you.
When you're gone... I still thinking about how will be the world if there's only you... you and me.
When you're gone... I will remember every moment lived together.


When you're not here... ....  .... I'll go out to pick you and go wherever you've gone.

Now I know the answers. Now I´m gone and I know what is happening...
Wind... silence... and it keeps raining.

Oh, what are we doing... We are turning into dust, playing house in the ruins of us...