There's a man with a tree-shaped shadow painting by the sea
From his eyes, my own face looks back at me as a child
See his branches draw a skyline like human hands
His arms outstretched lay open, hears our lament
Wait for the morning rain
See his branches draw a skyline like human hands
See the colors of his lifetime around him beheld
This is the morning rain
Right below I am falling out from the corner (?)
Guide my mind, slow me enough that I am (?)
See his branches draw a skyline like human hands
His arms outstretched, uncovered his open chest
Here in the morning rain
See his branches, know that he loves her
(?)
On a canvas never-ending, they draw each other
Here in the morning rain
Maybe drinking is not the only cure to find sunrise
The music braced the flower and than collapsed
Here in the morning rain
He's been dragging on to find peace among those metropolii
When the man (?) we knew my friend
That this is the morning rain
I am not to know how much a heart can take
Not to prove that you won't fake (?)
I am that to maybe let the fallen find forgiveness
I need you to clarify that there is a loophole in our dreams tonight for you and me
Go to sleep where all our wounds bleed out in pure silence
I am not to know of what befell (?)
Not to know a better place than this
(?)
I woke up to find my body sleeping in the arms of a familiar embrace
Here I belong, (?)
Come on, little child, let's break the silence
Come on, little child, (pillow fight?)