rooms full of salt   fault my pluck   and a poets charm so far, ever far   little stars that burn the holes in my soul      and everything just feels like rain   the road we're on, the things we crave   and everything just feels like rain   the nights i sleep, what's left to dream   when everything feels like rain      drift as i dive   find the deep   out of reach of all light   stars, ever far   listless tides along the changing shore      and everything just feels like rain   the road we're on, the things we crave   and everything just feels like rain   if i should sleep, what's left to dream   when everything feels like rain