IRC-Galleria

and when it rains,
on this side of town it touches, everything.
just say it again and mean it.
we don't miss a thing.
you made yourself a bed
at the bottom of the blackest hole
and convinced yourself that
it's not the reason you don't see the sun anymore

and oh, oh, how could you do it?
oh i, i never saw it coming.
oh, oh, i need the ending.
so why can't you stay
just long enough to explain?

and when it rains,
will you always find an escape?
just running away,
from all of the ones who love you,
from everything.
you made yourself a bed
at the bottom of the blackest hole
and you'll sleep 'til May
and you'll say that you don't want to see the sun anymore