As I'm leaving,
A change comes on my eyes.
These streets persuading me
With mumbled strange goodbyes.
Through the water,
Through the rain
To the soul of everything
Throw my heart out on the stones.
And I'm almost gone.
There's no meaning
In clothes and coffee cups,
Cheap hotel furniture,
Where silence never stops.
Through the water,
Through the rain
To the soul of everything
Throw my heart out on the stones.
And I'm almost gone.
And now I'm dreaming,
I'm staring at the walls.
Cars are frozen now
In late night waterfalls.
Through the water,
Through the rain
To the soul of everything
Throw my heart out on the stones.
And I'm almost…
Through the water,
Through the rain
To the soul of everything…
I wash my heart out on the stones.
And I'm almost gone.