something 4

at that nite
striking the wheels heading to the south
between the chill and silent air
two hearts spoke in silent
so vague

along the way
among the clouds and the streets
there is something common in the air
and the taste running down to my skin
i'm about to recognize this
an ordinary sense
something

watching the sky rumbled in the south
i heard the winds whispered
telling me, that the rain has just coming on its way
in every drops that touched your skin
it is something, recognize you