It's Over
Jonathan Rose, Tricky Names
Pitter-patter on the windows
Shy boy, but here goes
Inside reflects the outside
Inside reflects the outside
Pitter-patter on my raincoat
I'm outside. Been cold
Carry me by the wayside
Carry me where the wind goes
I'm lonely
You know me
Can't seem to kill the old me
I'm biking down these empty roads
And it's over
It's over
It's over
It's over
And it's over
It's over
It's over
It's over
I'm lonely
You know me
Can't seem to kill the old me
I'm biking down these empty roads
Songs mold me
In my earphones
They hold me
At the crossroads
I can't decide just where to go
And it's over
It's over
It's over
It's over
And it's over
It's over
It's over
It's over