pretty swing of green
against a rain-lit sky
I got poppies on my dashboard
got a trunk full of snow
and a hundred miles of desert to go
hey, boy - you ever prayed for rain?
and you've seen me boiling up my insides
little molten me, poking at the clouds
I don't wanna be your enemy
when it all starts coming down
I'm two weeks shy of forgetting your name
you touch my sleeve like you’d open a bible
I drink your wine til it bruises me
but all you pretty genius boys just turn to water on my floor
and yeah, that's my piano – and that’s my kerosene
sometimes we draw roses, sometimes we’re just ripping seams
it’s a pretty bind
got poppies steaming up my windshield
got a boy made of snow
who say he got nowhere to go
he say
hey girl - you better pray for rain
hey girl - you better pray for rain
pray for rain you better pray for rain
pray for rain
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