say something

My wings can't take the pounding rains,

the waters cusped into the pockets.

as the early scop still sings,

and lovers hide their face in lockets.

 

oh what life what life of love is this?

oh what clever words and simple words.

oh what meaning, what is the meaning?

what does it mean when there is nothing but canvas?

you never loved me!

 

well the eye came fast like a crack of safety,

my heart still beating like a tribal drum.

but the hands that pounded had no sympathy,

and yet again the rains begun.

 

oh what life what life of love is this?

oh what clever words and simple words.

oh what meaning, what is the meaning?

what does it mean when there is nothing but canvas?

you never loved me!

 

when the world finally ends,

where will you be?

when your heart stops beating,

who will you see?

when my soul stops pleading,

what will I free?

when the rains stops beating,

if the rain stops beating.

will the rain stop beating?