Can you see it from your window? Can you hear it in the haze? There's a static in the shadows. There is sadness in your face. On the towers and the telephone poles, The crows moan when the wind blows. On the surface it appeared as a dream. I let the emptiness consume me. I can tell you, there's no meaning. I continue on my way. There is trouble finding purpose. There's a secret I can't say. I can see it from where I stand. I don't know if I can hang. I was laughing in the rain. Yes I always wash away.