Dry The Rain

Dry The Rain The Beta Band This is the definition of my life Lying in bed in the sunrise Choking on a vitamin tablet the doctor gave In the hope of saving me In the hope of saving me Mott's in the corner of the room Junkyard fool with eyes of blue I

It's getting colder And darker every day And all the bloodred flowers Slowly turn to grey We need some wind To blow the clouds away we need a sun to dry the rain We need to break the chain of yesterday We need a storm to kill the pain I don't remembe