Paroles de Regions of May

The past Is broken like an hourglass And the scattered sand Of circumstance Is blinding Me to you The rain Is whispering to my window pane And drawing Crazy patterns On the blind Your face Is invading the portals of my eyes And drawing Crazy patterns On my mind Who created mist Created your smile And who created rainbows Created you My mind Is all entwined In fragrant fields of flowers And the scent Puts me outside my mind The past The rain Your face, mist and rainbows Flowers And the rain Are you