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?