Testo Ocean

Winter rain is rushing through my pulsing veins.
Nothing but wasted here, and nothing will hurt me more.
I can cry, even if it’s not the right time, or I can hold back, no crime, but in the end
you'll have to let go.
In my pond, I hadn’t been restless for
I hadn’t been looking for an ocean to swim 'till the day, when water drained away and soon I realized how much I needed not sugar but salt.
Winter rain, wherever I go, I find it again, this time I needed know, so I dive, I let myself cry, I dive into real pain, so real, but I feel fine.
Now that I’m blue, the ocean is mine, I’m fine with the blue, ‘coz I'm alive. Winter rain, wherever I go, I find it again
Winter rain, but it's warmer here now, it's warmer here now. Warm enough to sleep.