I heard it’s cold there
How are you?
Yes, i’m writing you too.
Children run like snow
They were on your clothes
Tree that grow apples
I’m marching home
i’m marching home
i’m marching home to you.
It’s gonna rain today
It’s gonna rain today
Pack you clothes
And get your boat
It’s gonna rain today
Tell me lies
I wouldn’t mind
Stay with me
For a while
Ocean guides me
Blossoms in the breeze
That tingle burns my knees
Drink the gold from the sun
Everyone with a gun
If he dare comes to me
If we wear each other’s skin
I don’t belong here
It’s gonna rain today
It’s gonna rain today
Look at me
Look at me
I don’t belong here