The past is broken like an hourglass
And the scattered sand of circumstance
Was blinding me to you

The rain is whispering to my window pane
And drawing crazy patterns
On the blind

Your face is invading the portals of my eyes
And drawing crazy patterns
On my mind

Who created mist
Created your smile
And who created rainbows
Created you

My mind is all entwined
In fragrant fields of flowers
And the scent puts me outside my mind

The past, the rain
Your face, mist and rainbows
Flowers and the rain are you