It's-it's the rougher rain
They drop in summer again
Do you mind if I lay my head here?
On your lap, could you be my boulder?
Laying flat, would you hold me hand and stay awake?
And things get in the way
And things get in the way
Got my stoic faces to get
Cascades to nothing (nothing)
Do you mind if I lay my head here?
On your lap, could you be my boulder?
Laying flat, would you hold me hand and stay awake?
And things get in the way
And things get in the way
And things get in the way
And things get in the way