The Gathering - Grounded

We met like strangers
For the first time around
It's like my feet took off
Searching for the ground
And acting casually
We talked about the rain
Talked about the rain
Talked about the rain
Talked about the rain

Clouded by those words
I could not see the graceful birds
Taking off and crossing the sea

And it was pouring
And I was the one to blame
The hollow echoes
Of a time gone by so slow
My voice is fading and
Tuning in so low
Tuning in so low