2004

Wind blows on the phone.
There's no reason to go home tonight.
Fall to dream with only your own arms tonight.
It's only midnight in the city but you'll be fine.
But they won't miss you, you say.

Let's paint rain, we are what we create.
In that case, let's create a new god.
One that is real, we need something believable.

I like to think that clouds remember people like us.
And I want to believe elementary wasn't a bust.
But then I'm no different from everyone else.
There's no fun in that.
But a prison of a room and no questions of where I was,
Was all I got.
Nice to know the Catholic children forgot what they were taught.
So I turned away.
I thank you for that.

Rain pours, I'm out soaring.
There's no choice but to believe in melancholia.
Electronics don't get us anywhere but "advanced."
All girls do is talk on their fancy phones and make overrated plans.
And all boys do is follow, follow those girls.

Let's paint rain, we are what we create.
In that case, let's create a new god.
One that is real, we need something believable.

I like to think that clouds remember people like us.
And I want to believe elementary wasn't a bust.
But then I'm no different from everyone else.
There's no fun in that.
But a prison of a room and no questions of where I was,
Was all I got.
Nice to know the Catholic children forgot what they were taught.
So I turned away.
I thank you for that.

And I like to believe in happy things,
But the girls mistake those for trashy things.
I like to believe, to believe in stars.
Unlike theirs, my mind travels far.
Oh, make a wish:

I wish I was rain,
Then maybe I could protect others' pain.
Senseless people and a senseless god.
Oh my god, I think I love you.
But don't mind that.

Let's paint rain, we are what we create.
In that case, let's create a new god.
One that is real, we need something believable.

I like to think that clouds remember people like us.
And I want to believe elementary wasn't a bust.
But then I'm no different from everyone else.
There's no fun in that.
But a prison of a room and no questions of where I was,
Was all I got.
Nice to know the Catholic children forgot what they were taught.
So I turned away.
I thank you for that.

I thank you, thank you, I thank you for that.
Thank you for the pain.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I can start again.
Thank you, thank you.

Do clouds remember people like the two of us?
I know 2004 was surely a bust.
I'm different from everyone else around me.
There's some fun in believing.
But a prison of a room and no questions of where I was,
Was all I got.
The Catholic children were taught not to turn away, but they forgot.
I turned away, they turned away.
Oh, now I'm rain.