Taking the escalator on the way to your heart with the radio playing in your car.
Depression set on cruise control as I drive into cracks and folds as trees and telephone poles and holes are devoid of what we both know.
No…no, no, no. Can’t make me feel the pain. You won’t see my teardrops in the rain.
Sun peeping through spaces in clouds; while you’re making sight right out of sound.
You’re jumping in without your jacket, in this river of my sorrow, buying overpriced tickets of everything that you now know.
What would you do with space and time? If you were going out of your mind?
You’d be jumping in without your jacket in this river of my sorrow buying overpriced tickets of everything that you now know.
No…no, no, no. Can’t make me feel the pain. You won’t see my teardrops in the rain.