People Behave Like Ballads

(R. Martin) When the rain comes To clear the cuts of summer skins When the rain comes in You will find out What you're made of only then When the rain comes in There you'll know Which way you're going. Start again But I think he's watching Once was t

Even if you choose to go On your seperate way I'm hoping you'll be back Here the same but different. Colder bodies colder still Swollen in the morning I remember watching you Wake into your sorrow Helpless there I'd try to keep you Safe from what's i