Rain drips drops on my head and I can't remember your name again You don't have too much of a face You're always walking on the tips of yours instead of your feet or your heels at all You always look like you're ready to fall back into bed or into my arms you're holding on for dear life
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Wind blows the hair on my head and I can't remember which bus to take But I want to get back to the place Where you can see the sun set on the sea and break With the waves in the side of it all I always feel like I'm ready to fall Back into bed or into your arms I'm holding on for dear life
