Tin Roofs are Deadly ( from Chanteuse)
She usually loved the rain
But tonight
It sounded like premeditated murder
If he'd just reach out to her
(even from another hemisphere)
She'd hold his hand
But the quiet downpour of no one
Comtinued to drown her
And she always believed
It would be tears
That took her under
January, 2009
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