
Sachiel of the grey clouds, tell me how I could
turn the heart-hurts into something good
just before the rain comes
just before the lightning lights
say hello Sachiel of the grey skies
Jump into the puddles
show me that it’s real
self-exile
we could disappear
Sachiel of the grey clouds
dry my tears
{ underneath black rainbows..}
We met along these dirty roads
victims of this rotten world
sense of incompleteness
micro-wounds into our souls
never-ending fables
whispering mouths
eternal tiny fairytales
fade into these grey clouds
Jump into the puddles
show me that it’s real
self-exile
we could disappear
Sachiel of the grey clouds
dry my tears
{ my dear friend, we’re living underneath black rainbows…}