Lyrics
Rains are over now
drops of rain dripping from my brow
Oh oh
And run like tiny streams of tears
Pants cropped at the hem
Make me look like I'm part of them
Uh-uh
You made me meet you in the years
Must have made up those crooked thoughts
God...
You can't reason with yourself that way that way
Must have flown another bird
Must have slipped another word
From my lips
From my lips
I don't know
But if you say so
Sky's the color of cold steel
You've already told me how you feel
Bout us
And how you get consumed by fears
Feels the color of tangerine
Turn the key and start up my machine
And wait
For liquids chains and turning gears
Must have made up those crooked thoughts
God...
You can't reason with yourself that way that way
Must have flown another bird
Must have slipped another word
From my lips
From my lips
I don't know
But if you say so
I guess it was another bird