You, Standing in the rain Yesterday, mmm. Me, I have to go away, I'll always see you that way, mmm. Two Berries on a twig In the rain, mmm. The twig
I don't remember the good ones from the bad, But it's too late because I can't hold back from the bucket of bruises. Brothers and sisters, our lease is
I don't remember the good ones from the bad, But it's too late because I can't hold back from the bucket of bruises. Brothers and sisters, our lease