A Bloody Canvas Never Trust A Weatherman
What do have here? The rain thats dripping down my cheek
looks just like a tear, and I swear I'd be crying if I
wasn't so choked up. I have a feeling we're in for a few
storms, but the sky seems to stay so clear. If the skies
begin to open up would you hold me close and tell me not
to fear? It's looking like we might be in for a few
storms but I'm hoping it'll pass overhead. I always have
said its sadder walking alone while I'm heading home than
having you by my side as the rain falls beside us. Will a
simple sunny day eventually break out into a hurricane?
Will it sweep us off our feet and leave us miles from
where we want to be? Now wouldn't that be ironic. Maybe
the storm has already begun. Maybe the darkness will
somehow overcome the sun. It could be you and I alone in
the eye of the storm, waiting for the rain to start
again. I have a feeling we're in for a few storms but the
sky is seeming to stay so clear. If the skies somehow
open up would you hold me close and tell me not to fear?
It's looking like we might be in for a few storms but
part of me thinks it will just pass overhead...