She no wait, but she know me
Intake purge, it's my disease
Hold me closer let me be
Hold me closer let me go away
Barely know you know my name
Trip the witch and ride the shame
Just because you're so cliched
It don't mean you won't get paid
Rainy Streets
as the two lanes slicken
and the clouds they hug that ridge just stickin'
when the wind that whistles knocks the panes from old windows
down rainy streets
there's a light that meets the ground
in the warm rush of blood to the head fights the sick that's been around
when bags of icy knives pull hard down on the mercury
and winter's whip of cold kills everything in a nursery
down rainy streets
well there's a light that meets the ground
and the warm rush of blood to the head fights the sick that's been around