Grids
©2005, Adriân Lozäno

Concepts flowing through the air
it's filling all this space
while I get confused and so dazed.
Nothing's coming here to make me smile
or make me cry, I'm only here waiting...

Walk on, run away and hide.
try not to come back.

Through a grid on the floor like rain in downtown
my tears are going away leaving me pretty alone.
Later someone may remain me nothing in this big great garden
while I sing the song that used to make me cry.

Walk on, run away and hide.
Try not to come back.		       2x
Walk away the disappointment,
try not to look at me.
Don't come back.