Random Days...

On my sad days

You sit in front of a sea...

Your face indifferent,smiling peculiarly...

Like you say...

Perhaps it will rain...

Someday I’m gonna call you

And ask you...

Have you seen dude?

Have you seen the beauty of the demon?

And may be it was a demon,

Or may be not

And every rain drop I can get my tongue on...

Is it sweet or is it sour?

But as the ice melts ...

The waiter is always ready...

And I ask to bring me more rain...

And on spooky grass we lie hand in hand...