Stranded Words (Interlude)

May be these are stranded words For I cannot complain And a riot at the sunset Paints the colour of the rain I built my days on consequence And now nothing's ringing true But tonight I need you The air, it feels like spring again It always clears my thoughts Like the saints become the sinners The halves become the knots Have I shown you enough of me? You know yourself can be so hard to be And tonight I need you I need you I need you I need you