Rain by Cringer
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Nothing is the same standing in the rain, With the people waiting for the Muni train. Everyone longs for communication. Freedom seems little more than a recreation. Everything is spinning around inside my head. I wish I was at home, drunk and on my bed. Drunk at home, alone, we dream of things we'll never be. The truth is that we fear the thought of being free. I can be anything I choose. But I can't show it to you. Watching the TV, bored out of my mind. It's the same old thing for the 30th time. The values I've learned are from a blue lit screen, Although my mind keeps saying, "this means nothing to me." Standing in the rain is a woman lower than low. She has learned a kind of streetwise that I hope I never know. Holding out her hand, asking me for my spare change. Where is the freedom in the pouring rain? I can be anything I chose. But I fear what I might lose. You.
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