Letras
The rain's been fallin since Sunday mornin
The two restin' each other down the glass
But a hand smellin' smoke ain't comin' around
And the voice still echoes in the rust
I stand a-visitin' town and
Watchin' strangers pass a curtain parade
I was never invited to my wedding
And I laid hopelessly down just to feel the breath on my arm
And when the cherries go to the crawl
There's no closing the way the words needn't say
It falls into the cracks of the love stream
And another small fire will never be lit
And I swear
Standing where I was, where they ever met the water
A ghostless pyramid floor it seems
Kinda like the way we talk now
Half-fogged, half-hearted, all faded gleaming
And you smile with the hands of memory now
Black moon
Straightly I think of the heartache they're in now
Disturbed with the truth, the way you used to smile
I tell myself it's nothing
It's been nothing for a while
A while, yes a while
And the cherries go cold in the wind
There's a small curl in the wind
And the words we don't say
It falls into the cracks of the love stream
And another small fire will never be lit
But even if it might once again
And I know it's not for want
It's just to feel, yeah
To feel, yeah
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