I think this is the same rain

that fell on our skin last night

when we had found magic

by the percussion trees

and swinged it over our lives

…

this rain and all the people in the streets

this rain and all the smells

of my third hometown

percussion spells over it all

…

meet me at the border of the tide

just by the shadow of that cloud

meet me at the border of the tide

just by the shadow of that cloud

by the shadow

of that cloud

…

I had delayed reactions

and you a bike to the world

so take this rain

and our percussion spells

while riding your bike alone the sea

…

meet me at the other side of the world

by the border of the tide

meet me at the other side of the world

by the border of the tide

just next to that cloud

by the shadow of the tide

at the border of that cloud

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