Post by Silver on Nov 25, 2009 16:21:31 GMT -5
Under the raincloud that you bring around every night.
I count the raindrops as they fall from above.
I whisper your name; but all you hear is silence.
Nothing is lost and nothing is found.
If I gave you my heart; would the sun come out and play?
If I told you how I felt; would the sorrow go away?
If you were to catch me when I started to fall
Could I still call you my savior?
Just a small line of light comes from your heart
No more love, no more joy to brighten everyones world.
Have you merely forgotten all the memories we've had
Has the thought crossed your mind of that I never gave to you
The letter wrote in blood; that my love was always true?
If I gave you my heart; would the sun come out and play?
If I told you how I felt; would the sorrow go away?
If you were to catch me when I started to fall
Could I still call you my savior?
We all sit back and watch the good times leave day by day
We count the clouds above and waste our lives away.
We deem to be doing something to be proud of
But we're really just dying off of the times that we once loves.
If I gave you my heart; would the sun come out and play?
If I told you how I felt; would the sorrow go away?
If you were to catch me when I started to fall
Could I still call you my savior?
You don't cath me when I fall
But can I still call you my savior?
I count the raindrops as they fall from above.
I whisper your name; but all you hear is silence.
Nothing is lost and nothing is found.
If I gave you my heart; would the sun come out and play?
If I told you how I felt; would the sorrow go away?
If you were to catch me when I started to fall
Could I still call you my savior?
Just a small line of light comes from your heart
No more love, no more joy to brighten everyones world.
Have you merely forgotten all the memories we've had
Has the thought crossed your mind of that I never gave to you
The letter wrote in blood; that my love was always true?
If I gave you my heart; would the sun come out and play?
If I told you how I felt; would the sorrow go away?
If you were to catch me when I started to fall
Could I still call you my savior?
We all sit back and watch the good times leave day by day
We count the clouds above and waste our lives away.
We deem to be doing something to be proud of
But we're really just dying off of the times that we once loves.
If I gave you my heart; would the sun come out and play?
If I told you how I felt; would the sorrow go away?
If you were to catch me when I started to fall
Could I still call you my savior?
You don't cath me when I fall
But can I still call you my savior?