The rain it started tapping, against your glass again,
You were fast asleep, counting sheep as you dreamt,
These past few weeks you made me realize, the truth behind the stories,
Of a woman so beautiful nothing else could matter
So here's my heart upon silver platter
Just be careful cause its raw,
Your eyes are closed,
And the neighbors door is still wide open, perhaps a sign of things to come,
It's not where you're from or where you've been,
All that really matters is the thoughts inside your own head,
Will you sink or swim? Will you even jump at all,
But on the fall you know you'll only think of her,
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
The rain it started tapping, against your glass again,
You were fast asleep, counting sheep as you dreamt,
These past few weeks you made me realize, the truth behind the stories,
Of a woman so beautiful nothing else could matter
So here's my heart upon silver platter
Just be careful cause its raw,
Your eyes are closed,
And the neighbors door is still wide open, perhaps a sign of things to come,
It's not where you're from or where you've been,
All that really matters is the thoughts inside your own head,
Will you sink or swim? Will you even jump at all,
But on the fall you know you'll only think of her,