Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

"Feel Like Rain"

And we feel like rain when the words all sound the same,
in the lifeless corners of this empty frame.
Though we feel let down by the same old autumn breathing,
winter's curse is just around the bend.
With our hands all tied to the blades of their design,
we are armed and ready to commit this crime.

We love that game, but we never play
'cause we will lose, and we wanna stay
the way we are, the way we've been for far too long.

From the falsest smile to the fear of death is why
the pain reminds us that we're still alive.
With our hopes on hold and our lack of interest exposed,
all hands damage our determined eyes.
But the lines are drawn and the red begins to creep
its way from boredom toward apathy.

We love that game, but we never play
'cause we will lose, and we wanna stay
the way we are, the way we've been for far too long.

We love that game, but we never play
'cause we will lose, and we wanna stay
the way we are, the way we've been for far too long.

Say something, finally we're alone.
Alright, is there anyone out there at all?
Say something, finally we're alone.
How about a phone call now?

We love that game, but we never play
'cause we will lose, and we wanna stay
the way we are, the way we've been for far too long.

We love that game, but we never play
'cause we will lose, and we wanna stay
the way we are, the way we've been for far too long.

We love that game, but we never play
'cause we will lose, and we wanna stay
the way we are

And we feel like rain when the words all sound the same
As the curtain closes on another day.