Poets Of The Fall

I wake up to the sound of rain upon my sill
Pick up the pieces of my yesterday old thrill
Can I deliver this used up shiver
To how I pronounce my life
And leave it up to faith to go by its own will
Back row to the left
A little to the side
Slightly out of place
Look beyond the light
Where you'd least expect
There's someone special
A foggy morning greets me quietly today
I smell a fragrance in the wind blowing my way
And ever further I run to find her