Still,
I think of you, baby
And how i grew old with you then
And this summer, you'll call-maybe
And act as if we were old friends
You'd say, 'how are you, baby'
I'd say, 'it's raining in athens'
And to this day
I nurse the fever
That spoiled my poor heart
And i've mastered the art of dealing
Slipping away without falling apart
So when this summer, you call-maybe
And ask how
I've been
I can be honest and answer plainly
'Since november, it's been raining'
1 | Displaced |
2 | Across The Ocean |
3 | Larraine |
4 | In The Fog |
5 | Walking In Circles |
6 | Safe And Sound |
7 | Wake Up, Sleepyhead |
8 | Shouldn't Have Loved |
9 | Signs in the Leaves |