Petrichor
Brandon Boyd
Why does this always happen?
You and I come undone.
I’m watching the ash on your cigarette,
your steady hand, and the muted sun.
The clouds crowding are gonna get us wet,
stay here don’t run.
Rain
Comes
Senses fed
Petrichor
Wash away all your
Pain
From
Heart and head
Give me more
Bravo! Encore!
Here it comes again
And there it goes
Here it comes again.
You were covered in ashes
I was covered in dust,
let’s wash off our obsolete epithets,
come on it’s just…
rain.
Here it comes again
And there it goes
Here it comes, here it comes.
Rain
Comes
Senses fed
Petrichor
Wash away all your
Pain
From
Heart and head
Give me more
Bravo! Encore!
Here it comes again
And there it goes
Here it comes again.
