Rain tonight, dark and cold
the wind through the trees
stripping leaves a few at a time
stripping time
This is the kind of night
where the 3 AM sounds might have been you
walking through my front door, standing at the foot of the bed
home coming, breaking up, never explaining,
but laying beside me until morning.
It's hope that
keeps me living
in this ghost world.
the wind through the trees
stripping leaves a few at a time
stripping time
This is the kind of night
where the 3 AM sounds might have been you
walking through my front door, standing at the foot of the bed
home coming, breaking up, never explaining,
but laying beside me until morning.
It's hope that
keeps me living
in this ghost world.
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