we are all sufferers of love
waiting for the rains to come
hoping they flood away the pain

some stable, some not safe to say
but we're all wishing death would call or scream
out each an every name

so here i am, praying for the rains to come
hoping they flood away the pain
with the smell of smoke and plastic gin

wash over my head and past my knees
i slowly wait to be erased


we are all like specs of dust
that happen to collect in the same
shining ray of sun

and the golden hue the cast right through
some old man's living room
while he sits all alone in overtones

accents of smoke and nicotine
a calming subtlety to compliment the clipper ships
and the paintings he has hung

well we all float and live by chance
he just sits and stares and laughs at the shadows we create
and then you leave


then you leave (then you leave)
just like God when he abandoned all of us

with the punishment of love (and then you leave)
and the devil feeds misery
apparent to our loves so it will settle in our lungs


then you leave