Testo: Franklin Delano. Like A Smoking Gun In Front Of Me. Sounds Like Rain.

You never promised me anything
Expectations suffucate
You never had the chance for living
You took this now as your big mistake

Sounding just like prodigal rain
Careless grace, don?t even share
A word with me... cause i?m so stupid

Your scars are still there aching
A rag of pain wrapped onto your eye
What you get is what you give away
An unexpected rainy sky