| Sometimes it rains inside my head | |
| All the words run dry | |
| Walls are breathing hands are reaching up | |
| To touch my thigh | |
| No, they don't have to take you away | |
| No, they don't have to take you away | |
| No, they don't have to take you away | |
| No, they don't have to take you away | |
| Sometimes it's bright inside my head | |
| Just like the spark in my eyes | |
| And hands are breathing ones are reaching up | |
| 'Cause that's the time we rise | |
| No, they don't have to take you away | |
| No, they don't have to take you away | |
| No, they don't have to take you away | |
| No, they don't have to take you away | |
| No, they don't have to take you away | |
| No, they don't have to take you away | |
| No, they don't have to take you away | |
| No, they don't have to take you away | |
| ... |