She had tragic eyes
Honey, so perfectly crushed
Like thunder
In the rain
Trying to disguise
Now the streets are hushed
Maybe we rattle in the rust
Put under
Cruddy pain
Wrong day, wrong way
In her lonely times, she falls
Into the arms of past
Built with sadness, slowly crawls
In the hollow skin of lust
Life is set at pause
Maybe there's too many stars
To sunder
Crowded tears
Cried away (c'mon)
I remind myself
Happy's a comfortless friend
A blunder
Mortal play
Wrong day, wrong way
Wear my evanescent soul
Now she's coming to rip it away
Lonely eyes begin to toll
In the mourning rain
Driving rain
Driving rain
I'm coming to naught once again
You wonder
Drift away
My woe
Lonely times
Lonely times
