Wolfsheim - Blind

I think of you like I often doWhen I hear the rain on my windowpaneGently tapping at the glassLike your gently touching fingersJust looking for the smile I give to youYou can feel what no one feelsYou can hear what no one hearsJust looking for the smile I give to youYou can feel what no one feelsYou can hear what no one wants to hearJust looking for the smile I give to youAnd your darkness speaks