for my dad and for the music he made me love

“He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we’ve never felt so small”

“Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water’s rising as another raindrop lands”

“i love the quiet of the night time
when the sun is drown in a deathly sea
i can feel my heart beating as i speed from
the sense of time catching up with me
the sky set out like a pathway
but who decides which road we take
as people drift into a dream world
i close my eyes as my hands shake and when i see a new day
who’s driving this anyway
i picture my own grave
cause fear’s got a hold on me”

“Floating neither up or down i wonder when i hit the ground
will the earth beneath my body shake
and cast your sleeping hearts awake
could it tremble stars from moonlit skies
could it drag a tear from your cold eyes
i live on the right side i sleep on the left
that’s why everythin is got to be love or death

yes this fear’s got a hold on me”