As the sky falls down on me.
And I try to escape the doom.
I know, this is sadly my own.
As I walk these streets alone.

I may pass you, someday.
And I may hear you say, some turn of phrase.
But that doesn't change a thing.
The sky is still heavy with clouds.
And my head is full of the rain.
I know this is sadly my own.
As I pass you, everyday.
In these thoughts I can't seem to keep away.

I know that I'll wake up with you in my arms.
But it'll be my pillow instead.
I'll find myself so close to you.
But I'll just be drifting further away.
Outside I could call your name.
And hear it echo and rip the air.

I try to escape my own doom.
But I know, that no matter where I go.
It'll be there.
Sadly this is my own.

As I walk, these streets alone.
I know, I may pass you someday.
As I walk, these streets alone.
I know, that time has it's own way.
Of repeating it's self.
Playing the good parts over and over.
It doesn't make my thoughts anymore sane.

It doesn't change a thing..