torsdag 6. mai 2010
Empty churches, empty pews, in the subway nothing moves and the static on the radio is drowning out the sound of Raingod's dancing,
Empty playgrounds, empty bars, I can't remember how it was before the flood when all I had to do was recognise the love that's trapped inside.
I gave it all, I took it back and in the end there's nothing left except a shell surrounding emptiness and loneliness, a core of pain,
I see my pathway shining.
Raingods with Zippo's, a tinman hides a broken heart,
Raingods with Zippo's, he knows the flame has gone that soon he'll fall apart,
So I lay me down to lie and with the rain my lullaby I drift away to dreamless sleep, leave behind a life that died, a victim of a Plague of Ghosts
I was wrapped up in my guilt buried deep within my memories, a shelter of self-pity that I know the rain will wash away, I sense the storm arriving.
Raingods with Zippo's, a tin man rusts away and slowly falls apart,
Raingods with Zippo's and all he leaves behind a bleeding broken heart.
Lagt inn av The Story So Far kl. 22:14