I don't really want your kiss on my neck,
I don't want your whisper singing your song into my ear,
Squeezing, Pulling me into a bed
To feel that physical release into
the sheets

Another boy, Another night,
Laying in the dark next to another stranger's ugly song,
Any thing to fill the void without my
Autumn Rain;

And when his ugly song sings into me,
I feel nothing but the nostalgia
Of the same song sang by someone else;

My Autumn Rain that would refresh my
Soul in quiet tenderness;
Her kiss would lighten my heart and the song of fall would play in our ears;
But she stopped singing,
And stopped caring;
Then I was left alone in silence..

Now every night I let strangers sing in my ear,
"Get into bed," that deafening rhythm playing on repeat;
Hoping one of their songs will sound like
Hers,
My Autumn Rain;