Listen While It Is Raining There (The Prologue) Songtext
von Zovi

Standing, waiting for a train
The sky above dark and entrancing
Pulls me from my current time
And leaves me up there, stranded
Looking down and inward
Searching for a way to climb down

I find that spectral city
I used to see half in my mind
At the end of nights in the back seat
Through a closed car window
Imagining vaguely at brick buildings
With no outside air on my face


I′m there in my old bed
Staring at the curtains that blow
In the wind of nights' past
The blue not yet stained by
Metaphorical red
Filtering my coming dreams into vastness

I was empty then
I did look inward for my self
But I collected the outside
And cultivated a dream factory
Or a garden, perhaps
Made or grown, a little of both

And now a maiden grown
Within this creation
Of my own alien hand
That looks less me each day
And more like one
That I′d shy away from holding

But with that and all out of view
I now turn my attention to you
My world of past imaginings