A keresés eredménye

I bring the rains with me

I bring rains with me
wherever I go
to you
so that from your rooms
the hinges of the doors rise from their place
 
I'm tired of always being wary
that morning kills the surface I wake from
and that skinny boy that always hurts
I guess still lives somewhere deep within
what else can you do in the end but just pray
doesn't matter to whom
and the only way to not get lost is to stay near you and
hold on to you
 
you see through me
that which I have carefully hidden from you
 
I'm tired of always being wary
that morning kills the surface I wake from
and that skinny boy that always hurts
I guess still lives somewhere deep within
what else can you do in the end but just pray
doesn't matter to whom
and the only way to not get lost is to stay near you and
hold on to you
 
is to hold on to you
is to hold on to you
is to hold on to you