Tekstovi: Feeder. Picture Of Perfect Youth. Rain.

Don't you think it's sad?
Happiness is dead, our rain has gone
We're building up the walls
Just to see them fall away

Which way should I go? Further up as I float trying to understand
Keep my feet on the ground and live again
I'm coming down, I see myself on the sand
I walk again through this land of rain

I think we know
My conscience grows
Within myself two different roads
So far from home, again

Which way should I go? Further up as I float trying to understand
Keep my feet on the ground and live again
I'm coming down, I see myself on the sand
I walk again through this land of rain

Somewhere there's a place that I can be
Somewhere there is air that I can breathe in
Some day pretty soon they're gonna believe
Believe in me, believe in me

Here comes the ground, I see it now
I'm coming down, all by myself
On the sand, I walk again
Through this land of rain of rain, of rain, of rain