Im standing out here in the pouring rain and thought it isnt like me to complain i think i am getting used to it i feel happy, and i also feel
bad i've never been here but somehow i think i have but i am getting used to it (chousus) i've never been lost like this i never been lost
like this but i woulndt be happy anywhere else i dont know how i got here and i dont know why i stay the poets all around are lauging in
their graves must be something i said. this place is not like anything i've seen before THE SPIRITS MOVE AROUND THE HOUSES
HAVE NO DOORS BUT I AM GETTING USED TO IT (CHOURUS) ISNT THIS A FINE HELLO i wish i hadnt seen you go its
always been a bitter pill the broken mirror is broken still the letters never made the post a thousand more i never wrote and here on dark
unfriendly streets i find the comfort that i seek and i am happy, and i've been happy...(chourus out)....