It was a cold heart break that
caught up with me. I was under the spell
that as death grew near I could
pretend it was hardly my prayer
There’s a lonesome cry that parts
with my mouth, when I confess
That all I did was tending my shame
for closing my hands
Around my last word
Around my last word
I’ll confide in the roots down here:
Entwined with my hope, my heart was a well
Where I lost myself, where I lost
myself, when I swam to the bottom
Right as rain, I am the colour of
nothing, I’m at the right of no one.
So I will lose myself, oh I will
lose myself for the hand on my shoulder
You have my last word
You have my last word
When it’s over and done, you’ll be
second to no one
Right as Rain, I’m the colour of
nothing
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