Poets Of The Fall

I see you crying and it rains, washing away the bad days, washing away the pain loss brings...
And then you smile though it aches, cos you don't believe in mistakes, just that we made a mess of
things...
When the deal that you made with love is just a one way street, a one way street, you feel you'll go
overboard, cos you're incomplete, incomplete.
You're not afraid to rely on any way you can try to learn to make some sense of things.
And the way you say we'll get by, with a little laugh we can fly, you know the measure of hope that
brings.