she say's it's all gonna end and it might aswell be my fault. and she only sleeps when it's raining, and she screams and her voice is straining. well i can't help but be scared of it all sometimes, the rain's gonna wash away i believe it. she's got a little bit of something, god it's better than nothing. in her colour portrait world she believes that she's got it all. she swears the moon don't hang quite as high as it used to and she only sleeps when it's raining, and she screams, and her voice is straining. she says, baby, it's three am i must be lonely. when she says baby, well i can't help but be scared of it all sometimes. the rain's going to wash away, i believe it. she believes that life is made up of all that you're used to and the clock has been stuck on three for days. she thinks that happiness is the mat that sits on her doorway. but outside it's stopped raining.