The Witness Dull Surprise (Little Elephant Acoustic EP)

Oh well, the rain, it never stops here
Is it strange that I no longer see the hand in front of my face?
Just short of longing for the past
And short of asking for forgiveness
You read my palm and suggested that I find a new apartment
All of our sleepless nights came crashing through the window
Now you know what it means to fly
Now you understand the witnesses told us to fly
My dear, just show me where it hurts
And I'll draw blood to make it better
I will do anything
Turns out the men with all the answers run from inside the asylum
And I guess we should have figured
As his palms contain no letters
He wrote of all our sleepless nights came crashing through the window
Now you know what it means to fly
Now you understand
With the tears and old acquaintances
Waiting for the pulse to quicken
Waiting for the day when things turn out as you had imagined
The way the tears and old acquaintances
Waiting for the pulse to quicken
Waiting for the day when things turn out as you had imagined
The way the tears and old acquaintances
Waiting for the pulse to quicken
Waiting for the day when things turn out as you had imagined
The way that I had only just begun to speak with my broken memory
Oh well, the rain, it never stops here
Is it strange that I no longer see the hand in front of my face?