The songs we sing
are nothing but notes...

i
at midnight...

O rain, O rain, who ever often greets my days,
And in my garden, showers joy upon my flowers...

I thought the rain awash inside my heart,
But came a gushing cloud and I did not cry...

I thought I thought
But thoughts seem to linger in my head...

Oh lord, I confess. Oh lord, I confess.
That it's been more than three days...

It's been days, I can't live like this...
This feeling is more than I could ask for...

She hurried to the kitchen and onto the stove.
Water was boiling, spilling from a small pot...

There's a thought in me
that is like a bird...

Thinking, thinking...
The clock is ticking...

The town I grew up
had an oasis of hypocrites...

When the day begins and the kids awake,
The toys at hand, I feel they shake...