Waterbaby.

It rains again. Always later than it should. You wait for it and it never comes. And when you give up on it, it'll hit you right in the face.

I say that it'll only rain if you're with me. You deny that furiously.

I insist. You ask why. I answer, cos when we somehow get together, God cries.

You remind me that there's no such thing as a 'we'.

I can only smile. The kind that's bittersweet.

I start to look for the pyrotechnics that would help you achive your goal in blowing up Red Box.


It's not so natural anymore. It never can be if there's active resistance or mental blocks. But then, we shouldn't be making God cry should we.


It’s battleship grey outside
And we don’t know what we’ll be getting
All your sweet talking, raining over me
‘til my name escapes, and I'm set free

There’s a word in your eye,
But I don’t know what is to say it
And when you call me from the other side,
A sense of it starts breaking up, and its lies

I don’t know, what I’m getting,
But I’m getting something,
I don’t know, what I’m getting,
But I’m getting something

It’s battleship grey outside,
Confusion, all this is for the gods
Uncertainty, I could be bathing under artificial light
Under twilight blue, starts to mesmorize
And I tell myself that you light up my life
But its all in the mind when you cannot see in the eyes

It’s battleship grey
All your sweet talking, raining over me
‘til my name escapes, and I’m set free


Tiesto - Battleship Grey.

And the rain continues..