Из альбома: Eclectric

river spills over the banks
washing the rocks, tearing roots out
rushing in brooks, making curves
- pity for hail begging drought

don't you cry, don't you wait
let that leave, let your tears dry
won't sound right, but
i don't love you

those who choose traveling alone
especially during their spring time
rarely, but make it back home
sewing the wounds, hands with grime

don't you cry, don't you wait
let that leave, let your tears dry
won't sound right, but
i don't love you

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