Well it seems you've got a baby girl to a
Storeman, your eyes are watery white.
"Another long long night?" and
awkward sighs awkward silence in a crimson room
room that speaks
Factory by five, and as the morning hits,
she's working a
Late night wedding bells and
all the world is quiet and
We are living in a treehouse
In the middle of the
Once a starry picking night I fell into your arms
like
Rain fell red, red like the dust from my Uncle's
campfire
The thing about grief is
It knows what I did and
It
If life were like a mountain, did you, did you
Trying, trying not to loose my load.
Wondering, wondering which is
You call me on the line,
Sing me a song about
Yes I miss you like the rain falling softly on