simple things. 

     it's raining tears out of the gallery,
     drops like pearls are falling by the window pain,
     there are wistful people walking down the street,
            I think there are no special people around me.
     millions of words telling me nothing
     I wanna believe in simple things
     I wanna believe in what I feel
              let me stay just like a bird without voice, without you.
                       loosing directions I'm quaking again
                       feelings that hurt me and I feel nothing

     I can feel the ground behind me
     I can see the space above.