(LaneganJohnson)



I feel your blood run cold

And it's a rainy Sunday morning

I count the million miles I'm driftin'

From here, to hell

Today



Behind their windows people stare

Can't recognize the kindness there

Just prayers for drownin' ships at sea

None for me

And you



It'll take a hard rain to wash your taste away

Still I wish there was a reason left to stay



I'm drunk half blind

And it's an ugly Sunday morning

The wind arrives with the clouds refusing to break

Apart, like me

Why if all the world's stopped turnin'

How can all this rain keep fallin'

Washin' me a million miles away

From you



Why if I'm so alone now

Is it getting hard, to say goodbye now

Goodbye now