Stick me in a box – where I’ll go, no one knows…

Porcelain hands wave at me in the rain – emissaries of dark love, hurt and pain.

Take me away to a brand new place, crimson rain runs down my face – I’m knowing it will stain.

I’m shaking in the rain.

“Draped in black you’ll show your face”, the empty men will say…

Take me from the box – what I am now, no one knows.

I gaze at you – did I used to know you?

You used to know me but now I’m gone.

Take me away to a brand new place, crimson rain runs down my face – I’m knowing it will stain.

I’m shaking in the rain.

“Draped in black you’ll show your face”, the empty men will say…

I can’t believe anything you say but I let you stay – to keep the peace, I will let you stay.

I’m shaking in the rain.

“Turn around and show your face”, the empty men will say.

Take me away to a brand new place, crimson rain runs down my face – I’m knowing it will stain.

I’m shaking in the rain.

“Turn around and show your face”, the empty men will say…

I can’t believe anything you say but I let you stay – to keep the peace, I will let you stay.

I’m shaking in the rain.

“Turn around, I’ll show my face”, one of the empty men will say.

Words and music: Simon York

© 2011 SDBsongs

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