A picture of rain in the nightfall
It's so beautiful but my eyes are dead this evening
I kill them both without warning
Cause the colours cry, for meaning or reason
To paint in the sky

And now I hope I can see so much more
I like to believe there's a reason to explore
The summer is setting in and everything you wanna see
The guilty gets no luxury, there's nothing, there's nothing

A noise for the longing, a kick for the weak
The fool is tall and the river brings many number
Soon there will be morning and the ropes will fill the streets
It's all very nice and maybe I will get back my eyes

And this may be the start of the same
the same that was the start of the rain
Yeah this may be the start of the same
the same was the start of the rain

The slow runnning song behind the window
That quietly use to breaks in your light
Distorted sounds as the morning kills the night
Some smiling pictures of the street

Now I really hope I can see so much more
I like to believe there's a reason to explore
The summer is setting in and everything you wanna see
The guilty gets no luxury, there's nothing, there's nothing

There's nothing, there's nothing