Sat in September rain, it's moving inside of someone
You pull the gentle strings that move inside of everything
It's almost winter now, screaming softly outloud
Yell to talk to me

When were you planning to tell me?

I wrote it down and I don't know the words
I know you're standing in the scene and I'm standing right there in between
I know you left me on the rocks with a twist of lime
I'm out of luck
I saw you building the sounds you're feeling in bed

Sat in October air, it's moving inside of someone
Pull on those gentle strings that move inside of everything
It's almost winter now, screaming softly outloud
Yell to talk to me