Rain is pouring on time
Idleness is our routine
And we rest on nothing
Empty days keep going by
I find myself wanting
Everything but I can't decide
As we drift to an empty space
And wake up just the same
And I can't say
That it's okay
'Been better days
Living with a blindfold on
Aimlessly wandering
We are finding
Something to hold on to
Rain is pouring on time
Idleness is our routine
And we rest on nothing
Empty days keep going by
And I can't say
That it's okay
'Been better days
Living with a blindfold on
Aimlessly wandering
We are finding
Something to hold on to
And when we find what we're looking for
It's nothing at all
It's nothing at all

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