Cold Bitter Rain

“Cold Bitter Rain”

Rushing to the station,
trying to catch your train
It feel like I’m being left behind,
standing here in the cold and bitter

When did the birds stop singing our
I can’t say, but it doesn’t feel that
long (ago)

Maybe we just stopped hearing
Maybe we stopped listening
I’m standing here, in the cold and
bitter rain

You are everything to me,
can’t you see how much you mean to

Maybe if I could stop your train,
I wouldn’t get so wet from the
cold and bitter rain


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