Song | Rain Falls |
Artist | Zeraphine |
Album | Whiteout |
Rain falls | |
Through the clouds around your aching body | |
The usual noises are slowly fading in and so | |
you tried so hard to disembody | |
But everything’s still in its place, just like before | |
And even if you try to blank out the scenes | |
They will recur again and again | |
And no one can perceive the scars | |
But your soul is marked, it can never heal | |
But when ... | |
Rain falls into your eyes | |
It dilutes all your tears down | |
Rain falls like it’s lye | |
Washing your blood away | |
When rain falls into your eyes | |
It can blur all distinction | |
Rain falls in reply | |
Your reflection shows a hint of anger | |
But you still feel the numbness deep inside | |
With the blade right in your hand you’re pausing | |
Awaiting the rising excitement to come out | |
With the first cut your warm blood is dripping | |
Down to the floor, but you feel so alive now | |
And the craving for this substitution of pain always prevails | |
And when ... | |
Rain falls into your eyes | |
It dilutes all your tears down | |
Rain falls like it’s lye | |
Washing your blood away | |
When rain falls into your eyes | |
It can blur all distinction | |
Rain falls in reply | |
Rain falls into your eyes | |
It dilutes all your tears down | |
Rain falls like it’s lye | |
Washing your blood away | |
When rain falls into your eyes | |
It can blur all distinction | |
Rain falls in reply |
Rain falls | |
Through the clouds around your aching body | |
The usual noises are slowly fading in and so | |
you tried so hard to disembody | |
But everything' s still in its place, just like before | |
And even if you try to blank out the scenes | |
They will recur again and again | |
And no one can perceive the scars | |
But your soul is marked, it can never heal | |
But when ... | |
Rain falls into your eyes | |
It dilutes all your tears down | |
Rain falls like it' s lye | |
Washing your blood away | |
When rain falls into your eyes | |
It can blur all distinction | |
Rain falls in reply | |
Your reflection shows a hint of anger | |
But you still feel the numbness deep inside | |
With the blade right in your hand you' re pausing | |
Awaiting the rising excitement to come out | |
With the first cut your warm blood is dripping | |
Down to the floor, but you feel so alive now | |
And the craving for this substitution of pain always prevails | |
And when ... | |
Rain falls into your eyes | |
It dilutes all your tears down | |
Rain falls like it' s lye | |
Washing your blood away | |
When rain falls into your eyes | |
It can blur all distinction | |
Rain falls in reply | |
Rain falls into your eyes | |
It dilutes all your tears down | |
Rain falls like it' s lye | |
Washing your blood away | |
When rain falls into your eyes | |
It can blur all distinction | |
Rain falls in reply |