Speech Bubbles

歌詞

Rain is millions of tiny speech bubbles unused. The collected breaths of mutes and all our silent exhalations where we should've put words, or words we had no one to tell, emptied from clouds like cleaning horns' spit valves, coming back to us now to remind us what we meant to say or that we meant to say something, coming down and dying in one giant quiet on the streets and cars, huzzled like jewels in girls' hair, on the fake wool collar of my bomber jacket and on my glasses an feet. Cut 'em deep and weep out loud Just dust and just a hair in your mouth You're drinking, think you're tonguing something to shout But it's just dust and just a hair in your mouth. And now these empty breathes reflect The feedback of headlights, push leaves and coffee cups to lower altitudes and gutters. Rain is confession weather and we become booths of prayer if we let us.