sorrowful rain

"Deep in the dust forgotten gathered
I grow a diamond in my chest
I make reflections as the moon shines on

I know there is a hollow
I need to fill it with a draft
Of all the words that I wont say

I’m gonna float up in the ceiling
I built a levee of the stars
And in my field of tired horses
I built a freeway through this farce

Well if I ever get that slumber
Ill be that mole deep in the ground
And I won’t be found" – Kristian Matsson