Lyric

Pixel rain falls on the digital street

Washing down the faces of the ones I'll never meet

Droplets made of data, falling from the sky

Watering the wasteland where the dead trees lie

I'm standing in the downpour, let it soak my skin

Feel the cold of neon penetrate within

The rain don't differentiate the real from fake

It falls on everything, gives and takes

Pixel rain falling, washing me clean

Between the real and the in-between

Pixel rain falling, soft and slow

Where the broken gardens used to grow

Each droplet carries memory of a life forgot

Flooding through the city, filling every plot

I taste the rain and wonder what it brings

Is it sorrow or the hope that water sings?

The soil here's synthetic, but it drinks the same

Nourished by the falling, learning not to blame

I'm growing in the rainfall, in the quiet space

Where the rain and I are learning to embrace

Pixel rain falling, washing me clean

Between the real and the in-between

Pixel rain falling, soft and slow

Where the broken gardens used to grow

Nothing's ever truly lost in water

Just transformed into a different order

And maybe that's enough, just the grace

Of the rain sustaining this quiet place