Rust Stain Tears

Old dust resting on the sill

Cold water running through the drain

I keep staring down the road

Waiting on a little rain (ahhh)

Nothing grows where I remain

And it eats away in silence

Like rust upon the frame

I am hollowed out and worn down

Calling out your name

Paled out photos by the lamp

Turned face down against the wood

I would fix what broke in me

If I only knew I could (hummmm) Left it all just like

you stood

Cut the wire, let it fall

There is nothing left to mend

Just the ceiling and the floor

Waiting for

the bitter

end

And it eats away in silence

Like rust upon the frame

I am hollowed out and worn down

Calling out your name

(calling out your name)

Rust upon the frame...

Just the frame...