Today i use sticks and twine to align bricks and mortar
To build four walls to hold my dreams and lover
And if the rain keeps falling i will be the shelter that keeps
All our harem warm and dry

I cannot lie and try to paint a plastic portrait to hang my hat on
And if this came down to sink or swim, i will perish at the bottom

Today i use barbiturates and wine and slip into my subconscious
And try to dream up some scheme i can live for
'cause as the rain keeps falling inside my head as i lay drowning
With nothing left to live for, there's no ideal

The sediment begins to settle in an hour glass as i begin to count down
Until i shed my skin.

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