The rain falls up off the street The clocks turn back in retreat Footsteps fall off of our feet I can see the tears crawling up your cheek It's turning back to pink The slap got pulled right off of it and we all fall back into bed again.
The rain falls up off the street The clocks turn back in retreat Footsteps fall off of our feet I can see the tears crawling up your cheek It's turning back to pink The slap got pulled right off of it and we all fall back into bed again.