Текст песни Adaptation Of The Truth About Marie - Bodega

Rain falls on glass pane
It's 4:00 a.m.
You call to say, "This is the end"
This is the end

Train to your doorstep
That's where I first saw him
And where he met his end
On a stretcher they pushed him

And the rain through the red siren lights up your face
I asked, "Is that What's-his-name?"
But I really knew his name

Wine glass on concrete
T-shirt to your knees
And it floats all over your skin
(And I could not see through her)
Like goosebumps over your skin

Stairs to your bedroom
Had a finger inside of you on the wall
But that was the end
(And I could not see through her)
Never inside her again

And the rain through the red siren lights up your face
You told me about What's-his-name
And I admitted that I knew his name

Blood on the floor where he passed out
Blood on the fingers in my mouth
I'm the third person in your scene
Always the first person in my dreams

Always the first person in my dreams
Always the first person in my dreams