Lyrics
Every rain drop that trickles down,
Is the color of my hardened heart.
Tearing away the bonds of me from you.
Sitting alone on this dirt covered floor,
Watching the clouds drift in.
Pray this won't tear the roof right o'er my head.
My thatch covered roof won't hold any more of me on you.
Rain beating hard on the walls of my soul.
Pick up my heart, broken pieces on the floor,
For you to mend and make me whole again.
A lonely fire burns by the wall,
Keeping me warm through this angry storm.
Dancing, warms the reaches of this cell.
The pails that catch my poor roof's tears,
Fill till they overflow.
Can't you empty my heart 'cause I can't open the door.
You are calling. You are reaching.
You are crying. I am fall-ing down, on you.
My thatch covered roof won't hold any more of me on you.
Rain beating hard on the walls of my soul.
Pick up my heart, broken pieces on the floor,
For you to mend and make me whole again.
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