I thought the cold would leave by summer but my quiet nights
have been spent alone
I've drank myself to sleep more times than I care to admit
an still I can't forget
looking out my window, watching the rain
I hear it beating on my window as I try to drown
another night of pain
in the gray of the morning light I see cold gray buildings
where a hill should be.
steel and concrete closing in on me
an faces still haunt the places where I roam alone
~D Donner ~