And I still wonder how it goes The harmony The drift of things The chalk line left in open skies By silent memory lanes of flights Mirror the lines traced in my hand Once a clear read Now a faded land And that I used to understand I wonder where they end? Maybe one day I will call your name Will it sound just like the rain falling? Will it feel just like the rain? Well, maybe one day I will read your name Will it call me like the rain falling? Will it shine just like the rain? ♪ And when the day breaks And gives back the shape to all things Spreading onto the concrete lands It's quiet razor-bladed beams Oh, I remember how your gait beamed Could be as strong as wind on wings Blowing in a random blaze The balance of all things Maybe one day I will call your name Will it sound just like the rain falling? Will it feel just like the rain? And maybe one day I will read your name Will it call me like the rain falling? Will it shine just like the rain?