Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Dry The Rain



 



 
This is the definition of my life
Lying in bed in the sunrise
Choking on a vitamin tablet the doctor gave
In the hope of saving me
Mott's in the corner of the room
Junkyard fool with eyes of gloom
I asked him time again,
Take me in and dry the rain


 



Dusty brown boots in the corner by the ironing board
Spray-on dust is the greatest thing
Sure is the greatest thing
Since the light
Mott's in the corner of the room
Junkyard fool with eyes of gloom
I asked him time again
Take me in and dry the rain
I asked him time again,
Take me in and dry the rain
The rain, my rain now


 



 
If there's something inside that you wanna say
You can say it alright it'll be okay
I will be your light
The Beta Band

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