You can't find the feeling. All is the same in the pouring rain, y'know, y'know. Coming out of the ceiling. Falling from above, growing in and out of love.
Is it strange? Is it weird?. They come in search of truth. It must be on the spot. There's only me and you. . We left our time. And you were fine. All your thoughts are out of mind.
You can't find the feeling. All is the same in the pouring rain, y'know, y'know. Coming out of the ceiling. Falling from above, growing in and out of love.