she's got the rainy day laze,
as the sky pours its heart out,
and the sun shies away.
the winds whisper turns to howls,
like the eery mourning of a widow made too young.
dream on, dream on, she breathes...
for the wind will change its whistle,
and the sun will be there tomorrow.
breathe again a little lighter, she echoes,
for the sun will wrap you warm and dry,
and the skies tears,
will be but a shadow,
that can't touch your light.
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 10:20 PM UTC
she's got the rainy day laze,
as the sky pours its heart out,
and the sun shies away.
the winds whisper turns to howls,
like the eery mourning of a widow made too young.
dream on, dream on, she breathes...
for the wind will change its whistle,
and the sun will be there tomorrow.
breathe again a little lighter, she echoes,
for the sun will wrap you warm and dry,
and the skies tears,
will be but a shadow,
that can't touch your light.