Sad memories the gathering rain brings. I loved her but I'll never see her face again. Clouds raise their heads in the morning. the way I once walked on by her.
Sad memories the gathering rain brings. I loved her but I'll never see her again. Clouds raise their heads in the morning. the way I once walked on by her.
Never thought about things could be like this. Always wishing I could, sometimes I think that I should. I've always wanted much more, you're getting stuck at the door.
I trace the lines that run down your face. Pouring you in, into disgrace. I'll sit back as you leave like this. I get pulled into things I miss. . No rest for the weary.