in the rain of fears
     
I have always been
     
before I met you
     
you have touched my skin
     
and I dropped
     
dropped on your knees
     
catch me
     
     
tired angel
     
you're the last one who still flies
     
can you make him not come here tonight?
     
     
where have you been
     
when he put out the flame
     
I carried in my hands
     
he still sometimes crawls
     
to my dreams, to my head
     
appears so real
     
     
in the rain of fears
     
I will always be
     
though you resist it
     
you have touched my skin
     
and I dropped
     
on your knees. now please
     
catch me
     
     
tired angel
     
you're the last one who still flies
     
can you make him not come here tonight?
     
     
I need this for my dreams
     
I need this for my head
     
not to blow up
     
time and again
     
until the blood pulsate
     
in my tired head
     
I cannot find a reason
...please help me find a reason