Annuals

I know theres no hope in holding up this weight.
It just wont float.
Man, I tried, but the tide.
It knows no sides.
If thats whats not fair, then what could be wrong with my life?
[If thats whats not fair, then what could be wrong with my life?]
Maybe she needs love
to put the bottle down.
Maybe she needs me
to be around.
The pain in her stare is drawing me shapes
oh, so fair.
The pain in her stare is making me wish I was there
with something to declare.
Well its quite possible I wont make it out
alive.
Because Im quite sure that I could die.
Because whats best is whats left when nothing is left but the sound of
the rain on your head, a woman asleep in your bed.
Dreaming in my bed.
Somethings got to happen.
Now
[ Fair Lyrics ]