Showers کے بول

On the lakebed I lay Where you buried me in clay My eyes swollen shut At the core of the sorrow locked Chewed up, spat out and forgotten By cold torrents surrounded Fooled by the lying tides I fall, chasing butterflies Sunshine like knives can hurt you It can cut you, make you bleed If followed by hailstorm It can bruise you, make you shriek Sprinkles of iced showers Precipitating in the wrong hours Deluge of fire and sweat Killing the dew of regret Fooled by the lying tides I fall, chasing butterflies Sunshine like knives can hurt you It can cut you, make you bleed If followed by hailstorm It can bruise you, make you shriek