It is wet where drops of memories pour
Spilling its life form of water onto me
Needing nothing but craving for more
Imprisoned by a heart that roams free
Bereaved by oceans of rainbows and spray
Consuming my thought with splendid waters
Taking my insides just further away
Whilst I play dead in your ice cold quarters
Slipping on slapping your face around
The wind is blowing my brain in two
I am going to loose what I have found
Don't want to make a snowman out of you
