it rained on the snow i know i know i know you've got a window you know the calm came before the storm this is what we got and it's what i'm not
you'll be up in your room he'll be going to school she'll be taking the train they'll be looking real cool with all their shoes and their shit i can just imagine it i doubt there is anything that i will miss
dear mrs. priest do you still believe in heaven i'll meet somebody for free or will it just be a watered reflection of someone i used to grieve or long to see maybe it will just be me
in the morning the mirror shows the sun i know a few who think it is all wrong but i want to keep it up for someone who can stand to be loved
dear mrs. priest do you still believe in heaven i'll meet somebody for free or will it just be a watered reflection of someone i used to grieve or long to see maybe it will be nothing.
