rooms full of salt
fault my pluck
and a poets charm so far, ever far
little stars that burn the holes in my soul
and everything just feels like rain
the road we`re on, the things we crave
and everything just feels like rain
if I should sleep, what`s left to dream?
when everything feels like rain
drift as I dive
find the deep
out of reach of all light
far, ever far
restless tides along the changing shore
and everything just feels like rain
the road we`re on, the things we crave
and everything just feels like rain
if I should sleep, what`s left to dream?
when everything feels like rain