In the summer it's all bad,
but in the winter it's ok.
I gave up
where the water pulls the walls and the cold and the
sun are one. You know,
i wasn't afraid.
There is hard
rain where i'm walking,
and it's ok.
This not
the USA.
There is no
shame
when we're talking,
and it's ok.
I can't understand anything you say.
Hell, i can't even pronounce your name.
But your words beg questions of me just the same.
Will there be a cross
on the side of the road
where we die?
Will there be a cloud in the Gronegen sky? Will a smile
decay over time?
There's a hard
rain where i'm walking,
and it's ok.
This not
the USA.
There is no
shame when we're talking,
and it's ok.
There's a hard
rain where i'm walking,
and it's ok.
This not
the USA.
There is no
shame when we're talking,
and it's ok.
--
There is water
as the ships come in on
the TV
and the phone
is used for murder,
and not to call the police
on the TV
in my home,
where i can see my breath,
in winter time,
in the kitchen,
where i can see my breath...
