Instead of walking through the rain
Last night, I found myself flying
I had wings, I felt no pain,
I watched the sky crying.


Instead of me, I saw you in my mirror
I touched your face, kissed your eyes,
They're blue never been more clearer,
I felt like flying over seven skies.


Instead of seeing, I felt the storm
Touching my face, my hair, my arms
I turned around, I felt the rain, warm,
The clouds were melting, in the grass.