The thunder shouts, while the moon whispers.

It's hard to understand what they are saying sometimes.

Everytime I talk to you I feel a little empty inside.

Like a part of me is missing that you took away from me.

I don't linger on you.

Only when we speak.

Are you really as happy as you say you are?

...and i'd like to take advantage of a flock of wild birds, 

to make, to make my escape from this planet...

I'm going to get over it, it is simply a question of when, I hope you're ready for that.

The lighting dazzels, and the rain cries

The grass grows, while the sun shines.