Acid rain

This feels very much like a B-side. Not actually saying anything in particular.

This is... Acid rain

I don't want to go out in this change of weather.

I'm not having any fun in it no more.

Watching you become acid rain.

Don't want to walk under it.

Step to not slip on its shadow,

spilled thickly on the ground.

I don't want to get soaked through.

Laid there.

Cutting sheets off from my body.

In a shower of wire barbs.

Things grow on us.

Rushes.

Thorns.

Trailing vines.

Day's eyes.

They weave and they push apart.

They save and they hurt the heart.

It's a shame how it went down.

I tired of whistling for it.

Out twisted lips, always sucked instead of blew.

When I came to see, the light was blue.

When I came to talk, the temperature was blue.

When I came to touch, the hand was blue

We don't talk about the cold weather no more.