Days Gone
Raindrops fall onto pages
Wet, blurry, salty, and clear
Mascara streaking down faces
Never far, never near
The birds are all singing
That poem of sighs
Like a portrait of crying
Like hellos and goodbyes
Raindrops fall onto pages
Wet, blurry, salty, and clear
Mascara streaking down faces
Never far, never near
The birds are all singing
That poem of sighs
Like a portrait of crying
Like hellos and goodbyes