Early morning rain
An eternal sleepless 4 am
Waking up to silence
Into a slow gray whatever
Everything’s blind
In the sleep of the lonely
In a quiet blue current
That’s slowly creeping
Creeping
Getting used to seeing
Just trying to keep moving
Everything’s blind
In the sleep of the lonely
In a quiet blue current
That’s slowly creeping
Creeping
Is it really this cold
Is it really this cold in here
Or is it just me?
Or is it just me?
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