Текст песни Pacific Television - Стена чернил

A leaf is drawn out by hand,
There are a few small lines on it.
In the ink wall
The rain hid nothing
But the sheet with the letter was wet through.

There is no word inside about anything
But I am looking for a letter in my home.
Among the lights
I go to the light in the window
In the warm lingering rain.

In the distance a close light flickers
And the wind turns the moment again
When opened
I'm the door to the ink wall
And smiled back at her.