The restless weather suits her mood.
Fatty, fatty raindrops pound the pavement,
And her tin roof sings in vain.
She's been planning her future,
By waking up everyday.
And her discontent carries over oceans,
Dying to be connected,
Connected to you.
Roads flood and drivers pull over,
And lightning cracks the sky.
Music floods her ears,
While she tries to muddle through it all,
She doesn't want to feel a thing,
The skies don't disagree,
While the rain fills the Pacific with tears,
Two sleeping pills and ten songs later,
She'll be swimming in the rain,
Dreaming of life...
Urban rivers sing her to bed,
Promising mud in the morning.
