The rain has never smelled so sweet and hopeful I've never been so happy to see a trail of rainbows On the ground Not quite everything that goes up Has to come back down Ring in the season Let's do a few lines of gunpowder
Oh soaring sun, bathe me in the beams that heal Cleanse me, make every flash forward real Burn away the ache and my selfish need to feel Roast my bones Let's grind out the fire Up into this world Leave behind a trail of burnt malice in the air The nectar of high spirits is starting to drizzle down again I know I'm the bottom of a lot of barrels And I'm okay with that Screaming back at dirt that yells Let's blow this fuckdump
Hanging out on the edge of the sky We're not gonna die Not tonight The pity party got out of hand The grim reaper was just fashionably lateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
