Watching the rain fall in Vienna. Pictures of another time. From the corner of a small cafe. We watched the world go by. . Now we sit here the best of strangers.
The city hall in my mind, met last night. Rumors of reelection started to fly. . It's my funeral today, my funeral today. I laid it down Underneath the sound.
The day's last one-way ticket train pulls in. We smile for the casual closure capturing. There goes the downpour. There goes my fare thee well. . There's really no way to reach me.
So you fake you're full and you feel tomorrow. Coming and you gotta do what you can do to get. Away with everything you want and still get what you need..
We walked in the cold air. Freezing breath on a window pane. Lying, waiting. A man in the dark in a picture frame. . So mystic and soulful. A voice reaching out in a piercing cry.