Somebody said, late at night, when it rains
That you can hear the dreams of the world
But when it rains, I dream of the spiders
In the corners of my janitor's closet
He used to move with the wind at his back
Before a life of disappointment...
I stand in the place I will stay
For the rest of my days
And I don't feel anything
The time will wash by, all I will know
Is the smell of sanitized floors and walls
And I don't feel anything
How many years have been lost?
How many days in this place?
But when it rains the roof leaks
In buckets of soap and water
In buckets of soap and water
No stories, no glory, only soap and water
No stories, no glory, only soap and water
With a life of disappointment
No stories, no glory, only soap and water
No stories, no glory, only soap and water
When it rains with disappointment
The Moon on the hill
A dark ocean sky
The curtains rise...
They're trying to tell us We have all night We have all night
Lacerta
Cetus
a***ta
In the Gallery of Chameleon
All that was left is quiet sleep
You were there to remind me
As I walked through the door
Everything stepped out of place
A home with no memory
I don't want to be here anymore
I don't understand anything anymore
I want to go home
All of this
This is not my home...
For years he has come to this hill
With the promise that one day they'll return
To take him away but on this night he sits in reverie
I will stay
And wait
For the wind and the rain...
That you can hear the dreams of the world
But when it rains, I dream of the spiders
In the corners of my janitor's closet
He used to move with the wind at his back
Before a life of disappointment...
I stand in the place I will stay
For the rest of my days
And I don't feel anything
The time will wash by, all I will know
Is the smell of sanitized floors and walls
And I don't feel anything
How many years have been lost?
How many days in this place?
But when it rains the roof leaks
In buckets of soap and water
In buckets of soap and water
No stories, no glory, only soap and water
No stories, no glory, only soap and water
With a life of disappointment
No stories, no glory, only soap and water
No stories, no glory, only soap and water
When it rains with disappointment
The Moon on the hill
A dark ocean sky
The curtains rise...
They're trying to tell us We have all night We have all night
Lacerta
Cetus
a***ta
In the Gallery of Chameleon
All that was left is quiet sleep
You were there to remind me
As I walked through the door
Everything stepped out of place
A home with no memory
I don't want to be here anymore
I don't understand anything anymore
I want to go home
All of this
This is not my home...
For years he has come to this hill
With the promise that one day they'll return
To take him away but on this night he sits in reverie
I will stay
And wait
For the wind and the rain...