Shes got a little bit of something, God its better than nothing and in her color
portrait world she believes that shes got it all she swears the moon dont hang
quite as high as it used to and she only sleeps when its raining and she
screams and her voice is straining
She says baby, its 3 am I must be lonely, when she says baby
well I cant help but be scared of it all sometimes says the rains gonna wash
away
And I believe it
But out side it stops rainin
She says baby, its 3 am I must be lonely, when she says baby
well I cant help but be scared of it all sometimes says the rains gonna wash
away
And ,,,,I believe this