Good old rain Is pounding on the dreamers You’ve left a stain On every single hour All the treasures found Will vanish with the tide Illusion has gone I’m all out of your web
Maybe on the moon There is a soil for the doomed I should save us a ride I’ll do what you want me to do I’ll lose the grip of your eyes I’ll do what you want me to do You’re the needle in my arm
I’ll drain drain drain The rivers of addiction I dreamed I could Feed my veins in oblivion But ain’t no shelter For the years of our blindness Though we’re good people
We’re bullets to each other wings
Maybe on the moon There is a soil for the doomed I should save us a ride I’ll do what you want me to do You’re the needle in my arm
Rain rain rain Am I the only winner In this silly game Where tears are a trophy to gather My solitude ain’t new I’m used to it by now But there’s is something in the blue That has faded out of my eye
And maybe on the moon There is a soil for the doomed I should save us a ride I’ll do what you want me to do You’re the needle in my arm I’ll do what you want me to do You’re the needle in my arm
