Comet Gain
An Arcade From the Warm Rain That Falls
I got your message todayI'm sorry what happened to youIt shouldn't have to be that wayI put my jeans and blue and grey shirtMy fancy shoes are covered in dirtI can't get any workSince I've been here I get lost a lotI'm like a worn-out beat found in St James ParkOr Prospect ParkOut there in the darkAn arcade from the warm, warm rain that fallsAn arcade from the warm, warm rain that fallsBroadcasts of an Indian heartThe punches made by the ? will makr you againI'm sorry again for the mess that you're inWithout me there should be one mess lessYou can start your life over? hums full of lovers and chumsI hope you're alright, warm in the night in the parkIn Finsbury ParkAnd your broken heartAn arcade from the warm, warm rain that fallsAn arcade from the warm, warm rain that fallsThese words I send to an old friend
From Letras Mania