Flowers Become Screens
KRISTY THIRSK, RHYS FULBER, WILHELM LEEB
Soaks my skin - through to the bone
Pain is nothing that a downpour won't erase
Rain - you can't hold on to it
A treasure you cannot frame
Rain - somehow I'm drawn to it
I feel engaged, one and the same
When heavens dressing beads off my face
The pain is nothing that a downpour won't erase