Butt Party

The rain frames your face in a hopeful shroud
You see shapes, I hear whispers in the clouds
The rain frames your face in a hopeful shroud
You see shapes, I hear whispers in the clouds

All my friends
They have gone
In different directions
Here I rest
In my head
With all these imperfections

The rain frames your face in a hopeful shroud
You see shapes, I hear whispers in the clouds
The rain frames your face in a hopeful shroud
You see shapes, I hear whispers in the clouds

Who will pick you up when you fall down the next time
Who will pick you up when you fall down the next time
Who will pick you up when you fall down the next time
Who will pick you up when you fall down the next time

All my friends
They have gone
In different directions
Here I rest
In my head
With all these imperfections



Credits
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link