I found Your Letters

(hummmm) (ahhhh) The sky is heavy with a leaden crown

Water running cold all through this town

Every floorboard creaking beneath my tread

Counting up the things that you never said

And the rain keeps falling

on the rusted tin

Wash away the places

where we might have been

Oh, the river's rising

but the well runs dry

Nothing left but clouds

in a broken sky

I found your letters in the bottom drawer

Smelling like the pine on a forest floor

Ink is bleeding till the words are gone

Sitting in the dark waiting on the dawn

And the rain keeps falling

on the rusted tin

Wash away the places

where we might have been

Oh, the river's rising

but the well runs dry

Nothing left but clouds

in a broken sky

Broken sky...

Let the rain fall down... (hummmm)