petrichor;

smell of rain
after war
peace comes in
with petrichor
clearer now
then i was before
heard it all
but still it hurts
the crimes you paint
with vicious words
mouth is dry
my ears are worn
are you satisfied
with how you let it die
ran from all your pain
drown with all your pride
thought of driving
up to maine
try to miss
the coming rain
but if it comes down anyway
i'll be fine
i'll be fine
i'll be fine
let it pour
petrichor
will come in time
are you satisfied
with how you let it die
ran from all your pain
drown with all your pride
are you satisfied
with how you let it die
ran from all your pain
drown with all your pride"