And again alone in a den of dark
The walls wear thin
And then the rain starts

Bitterness can turn sweet when you chase it with sugar
Like having an epiphany at the end of a hang-over

And it pours down like this:
A man says his words just so she knows he has words to say.  
His listener turns to leave, but he asks her to stay.

You'll find more inside eyes than you ever will through diction
Everybody's lives are told as a fiction
The truth lies
Down in the eyes
Along with the answers to the why's.
The Why,
Why,
Why's?