Standing in the rain Nothing these beside him Pouring out the gutters Nothing there to guide him I'm watching through the glass Fogging up the windows He hasn't moved an inch Laying in the shallow And he will never Hear the birds again The beat of noisy wings Coming from above him Carries him away From the rubble that becomes him I'm watching through the glass Clawing at the windows And as he falls apart His pieces land in the snow And he will never Swim the roaring seas