That night he comes to me

The mythic ancestor in a dream

With raging eyes, I am unclean

But my hands are free

I woke in soaking sheets

White walls surround me

So I threw paint at everything

Till they found me

Till they found me

There she is again

Staring out the window in the dark

On the tired streets of Brooklyn

There she is again

Between the father and the son

Tied up in crucifixion

How do you paint the rain in someone’s eyes?

Above the clouds that cry, the sky is blue

But I wonder, late at night were you always you?

It doesn’t matter anymore

I should be going

But I can’t close very door

When the water’s still flowing

When the water’s still flowing

There she is again

Staring out the window in the dark

On the tired streets of Brooklyn

There she is again

Between the father and the son

Tied up in crucifixion

How do you paint the rain in someone’s eyes?

Don’t you dare think that what you’ve seen doesn’t matter

Cause when you see it you’ll feel everything

There she is again

Staring out the window in the dark

On the tired streets of Brooklyn

There she is again

Between the father and the son

Tied up in crucifixion

How do you paint the rain in someone’s eyes?

written by Benjamin Bradley Reneer