Early morning rain An eternal sleepless 4 am Waking up to silence Into a slow gray whatever Everything's blind In the sleep of the lonely In a quiet blue current That's slowly creeping Creeping Getting used to seeing Just trying to keep moving Everything's blind In the sleep of the lonely In a quiet blue current That's slowly creeping Creeping Is it really this cold Is it really this cold in here Or is it just me? Or is it just me?