Permahorn weather

My face leaves a mark against the window pane 

And that mark gets distorted by the rain

It looks clean but only on the glass outside

But the sun shows the dirt you tried to wipe
I watch you dance outside in the pouring rain 

You look as if you’re born again 

You treat it like a confessional 

And now you think you can forget it all
I watch you dance outside in the pouring rain 

You look as if you’re born again 

You treat it like a confessional 

And now you think you can forget it all