Suite: Virginia

(альбом: A Galaxy With Skin - 2015)

It's always raining in my head
Puddles sloshing, holes in my galoshes
Well I know, til these clouds occupy a different mind
I'm gonna need to bide some time
You're the apple of the eye of the storm that is forming in my head all day and night
And I don't sleep too well (noo)

Every billboard is your face
While I [?]
My britches pocket missing stitches, only 2 cents to my name
But Imma spend 'em on you
The catwalk is such a perfect platform for you
Until you run out of space, until you run out of space
Well you fester, your tears fall like platinum down you
Until they run out face, until they run out of face

Virginia's cold this time of year
She's nothing like Tennessee
She'll snatch my breath away from me oh no, no
And leave me without a thing to see, a thing to say

A self-proclaimed bloodhound
In the rain or snow I'll chase you down
With my footprints covered by morning time
Gifting me no way to go, no way back home