if i could have any expectation and looked back a generation what would be the case my grandmother died with the mind of a child all she did was smile and couldn t recognize my face it s sad but nothing more i didn t feel better than the time i did before and in my head the feeling is coming coming closer closer all the time stronger though sublime now feel the rain wash away the sin and guilt what s left my window pane i write her name in the steam from my breath my grandmother on my mom s side was alone when she died with her family that moved away who s to say my mom s not the same living across the usa getting old and gray it s sad but nothing more i didn t feel better than the time i did before and in my head the feeling is coming coming closer closer all the time stronger though sublime now feel the rain wash away the sin and guilt what s left my window pane i write her name in the steam from my breath