Abstract World.
Nothing seems to be normal anymore
I look out of my window, I only see clouds -
Covering the sky as if it's got something to hide;
and diamond-shaped rain falling onto the street.
My fingers touch the piano keys as I used to do,
but that sweet melodic tune doesn't sound as I stare,
stare into the mirror from across the room,
I touch my face; what's become of me?
Everybody seems so hard to understand,
Why can't I feel what they feel?
I see people grieve, 'over what?' I think.
But there's no-one there to tell me.
Somehow, I don't remember my past,
it all seems such a big blur;
like broken glass scatterd on the floor,
of which the pieces I can't pick up.
I can't think of what had happened to the world,
my mind's gone totally blank.
But, so suddenly, as I look into the sea,
I remember that dreadful night.
My face turns pale as I recall the memory
Of me drowning along the coast;
my mind has finally realised
That I am merely a ghost.
I look out of my window, I only see clouds -
Covering the sky as if it's got something to hide;
and diamond-shaped rain falling onto the street.
My fingers touch the piano keys as I used to do,
but that sweet melodic tune doesn't sound as I stare,
stare into the mirror from across the room,
I touch my face; what's become of me?
Everybody seems so hard to understand,
Why can't I feel what they feel?
I see people grieve, 'over what?' I think.
But there's no-one there to tell me.
Somehow, I don't remember my past,
it all seems such a big blur;
like broken glass scatterd on the floor,
of which the pieces I can't pick up.
I can't think of what had happened to the world,
my mind's gone totally blank.
But, so suddenly, as I look into the sea,
I remember that dreadful night.
My face turns pale as I recall the memory
Of me drowning along the coast;
my mind has finally realised
That I am merely a ghost.