The Tempest

Shivering cars wander in the rain for long hours

Turning into people and fading

None of them start up, entering the frame, a mistake

[Disappeared or in the country that placed it in?]

Like you

Hurry through the streets of the tempest

Like you

Hurry through the streets of the tempest

You're gone

And I'm not really there if it matters

I'm not really there, turn and return

And I'm not really there for others

I'm not really there, all lost, not a thing to spare

Shivering cars wander in the rain for long hours

Turning into people and fading

Turning into people and

None of them start up, entering the frame

None of them start up, a mistake, a mistake

You hurry through, hurry through, hurry through