by Ryan Adams
Last time I was here it was raining
It ain't raining anymore
The streets were drowning, waters waning
All the ruins washed ashore
Now I'm just looking through the rubble
Trying to find out who we were
Last time I was here it was raining
It ain't raining anymore
Last time I was here you were waiting
You're not waiting anymore
The window's broke and the smoke's escaping
All the books scattered across the floor
And the church bells were ringing through the sirens
And your coat was full of bullet holes
Last time I was here you were waiting
You ain't waiting anymore
So may the wind blow
May the moonlight know your name
So let the needle move the record round
Till the walls cave in
And you and I were out there
Dancing in the dirty rain
Last time I was here it was raining
Like you ain't never ever seen it rain
And your eyes were filled with terror
And the smoke from the gasoline
As the stars exploded with gunfire
I saw you smiling just before
Last time I was here you were crying
You're not crying anymore
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Dirty Rain
Labels: benediction, contentment, melancholia, memory
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