Sound from out the Window

The rain outside

The passing cars would always keep me up at night

So I'd pretend

The sound from out the window was a blowing wind

Sweet dream of places we're told replaces

All your feelings with the warmest embraces

All your problems drop to the bottom

You'll be better when those parts have fallen

Down again

It's not the point

To know which side will land before you flip a coin

It's how you change

And take the hand you're dealt and make it work again

Sweet dream of places we're told replaces

All your feelings with the warmest embraces

All your problems drop to the bottom

You'll be better when those parts have fallen

Down again

Down again