They say the days start to get warmer in May,
In my head it's not much different to December.
As the weeks go by my body slowly melts away,
Down the drain and past your house;
I'll wave goodbye, I'll be the summer rain.
I'll be the summer rain.
I can't sleep at night, so I won't forget.
When I'm on my own I feel you breathing down my neck.
I'm uneasy, indecisive, I'm impossibly sick.
‘Cause there's a pain from inside my chest when I give more than I get.
Four thirty one
I'll watch the sun come up.
I never noticed it go down.
I never noticed it go down.
There's a light that shines above my head at the dead of night.
It's dim and washed out in the day.
When it gets cold it fades out.
It's never there when I need it most.
They say the days start to get lighter in May,
I feel the ice thaw from my shoulders.
Through the haze I'll try to trace the outlines of your face.
I'll pen the words that you once said; poetry in summer days.
Four thirty one
We'll watch the sun come up.
We never noticed it go down.
We never noticed it go down.

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