The line
That I draw between
My life

And your thoughts 'n' dreems
But why
Why it's so heavy to wave my hand


My past
Is in black and brown

Keeps lies
And the chance you blown
But why

Why it's so heavy to wave my hand

The rain

Made of your photographs
I am under rain
Made of your photographs

And I've got myself
Locked in your photographs
Liberating soul


Let's face
Faces pale 'n' gone

I see
Neither friend nor foe
But why

Why it's so heavy to wave my hand

I throw

Pictures I have torn
I hope
There is no U-turn

But why
Why it's so heavy to wave my hand


The rain
Made of your photographs
I am under rain

Made of your photographs
And I've got myself
Locked in your photographs

Liberating soul