Lyrics Director's Cut - cehryl

Look, it′s getting colder
Let's go inside
Speak the words we usually hide.

If you come over
I′ll let you learn
All the contours of my mind.

And if you want
I'll meet you there
With a bucketful of rain.
I'll be waiting for you.

Superstitions
And i believed
That you were the one for me.

A thousand stories
The more i read
You are not as i had dreamed.

I′m learning now
And you′re not to blame
For my bucket full of pain.
You were leaving anyway.

We fade into the candlelights
The cameraman frames the pretty sight
Your cigarette between our silhouettes
Then the scene is cut - there the story ends.

Now everything is broken
And all you've been -
Just a projection on the screen.

You can even hold her
While i sew
The torn-up parts of desire.

And if you have the time to spare
We can swing around the april air.
It was never fair to begin with.

We fade into the candlelights
The cameraman frames the pretty sight
Your cigarette between our silhouettes
Then the scene is cut - there the story ends.