Rain is falling, running down.
So near, but still so far away,
Seperated by a thin barrier of glass.
So near and yet so far.
I'd like to feel it on my skin, but I just can't.
I'm sitting here up high and yet feeling so low.
Watching, as the rain is blurring my vision.
The rain is running down,
washing away the dirt from the streets outside,
flushing away the remainders of so many broken lifes.
So high and yet so low,
the rain is falling, so close,
I can hear it, I can feel it pounding against the glass,
Yet the tears won't come, to join the soothing rythm of the rain.
Too far locked away, drying me out from within.
It's pouring outside but the lake inside is deep and quiet,
Undisturbable waters, that I can't navigate on,
So I'm left to drown in it, silently, slowly, while the rain outside keeps pouring,
So near and yet so far away
Seperated by a solid barrier of glass.