On this rainy day
Drops came down and washed away
The smile I wear to hide away the truth
Backyard novelty
Running from the poverty,
We hide ourselves away in secret rooms
How does it come
that I open my eyes?
World from here
Becomes much clearer
Into deep I creep
Pulling out another brick
The mystery awaits behind the door
Scratched walls and floors
We are not to choose our homes
It's cold outside and I won't find my sleep
One by another my leaves fade away
World from here
Becomes much clearer [х2]