Rain Song - Pop. 1280

The things I’ve had that I let go

What you don’t know

I might get out in the end

It’s time I made amends

With these strained city nights

The trucks running red lights

The wind at my window

The time I’ve tried to ignore

So we go out every night

We go out every night

We go out every night

And I like it

It dusts me off

Spread so thin, I need a dust off

You dust me off

Alone in the cloud

Sometimes I look down

See there is nothing left

And I like it, it dusts me off

You say it’s gone to shit

You say there’s nothing left

I’m feeling good, I need a dust off

Then choppers come down

Invisible hands make invisible plans

You think it makes sense

You go out every night

The mantle shifts, time dilates a little bit

I shiver at your touch

The things I’ve had that I let go

Dust me off, I need a dust off

You dust me off

I need a dust off

Don’t make me go out one more night

Dust me off, I need a dust off

Supposed to be the ultimate challenge

Driving themselves crazy trying

To be around the television all day

Frying their brains

And it’s not a point, isn’t it?

Keeping blue to the tube

Listen

You want my best advise?

Don’t play this game