is this where the rain falls ever morning i wonder
why sleep covered eyes talk calls the warning down
from the sky if you turn the light off ill cut the
line i hear its back again i hear the whole worlds
running the line two steps from turning back two steps
from learning all the signs heard youre fooling around
with the thought town has taken boy for a ride ive
bet on hands you thought and would have lost and i
bet this cold wind dies is this where the rain falls
every morning i wonder why cheap colored lights call
on the sulfur and steel covered sky feel ive touched
your cells for too long not to earn the right of disguise
and id turn the world down for your cause to make this cold wind die