Rainworn Poster

(mhh-hmm-mhh) A warped flyer on the brick wall by the door Your blocked

name on the screen I can't ignore

The ghost of who I almost was

is standing

in the cold

Watching that door like there

is something

it was owed (ooh-ooh)

Paper peeling in the damp night air Just a collector of the

things we didn't share (mhh-hmm)