out with the golden drizzle
and the lower past that crawls
now to the doorway you run
to the girl who's not enough
shower's looking, now we're peeking over, i was lurking
in the calm, the feather flip the so, you’ve heard it's all the same
and i hope i'm still in love of course, and it doesn't listen
now in the passed them again
i will die with your hand
so i have gathered your cracks
and replaced them with mine
shower's looking, now we're peeking over, i was lurking
in the calm, feather flip the so, you’ve heard it's all the same
so i hope i'm still in love of course, and it doesn't listen
you'll be lucky once
waiting for the send around
when the summer comes
dry tears from my eyes
so you come around
as the weather starts to change
and you settle in
in the best has yet been made