As we light the candle we’re in mourning
Snuff the day away
With a dream of a singular vision
And waxen tears to freeze decay
Well they told us we were young and that we’d go the other way
But we stuck to the guns ‘til suicide like they were ours and here to stay
slow rain coming
slow rain coming
Well we packed our things each winter and vacationed along the sand
But we never seemed to take it seriously
It was like pleasure upon demand
And it wasn’t very long that we’d discover another land
It was one that only a mind could supply in the palm of a sweaty hand
slow rain coming
slow rain coming
slow rain coming
well it’s nearly been a decade now and I’m looking so far ahead
with seven and a half long years gone by it’s not the time but the waste I dread
and the days were spent wisely once as the grandfather ticked we play
in rooms full of mirrors and faces that blend away
slow rain coming
slow rain coming
a three chord story
a three chord story
a three chord story
three chord story