Morning Rain

As the river told
I used to go down
With the crows
As the river sings
Music makes you cry
So deeply
We’ll take from home
So dull, so old
Our memories
We took from home
All the small things
And now we’re gone
As the river told
I used to go down
With the crows
As the river sings
Music makes you cry
So deeply
We’ll take from home
So dull, so old
Our memories
We took from home
All the small things
And now we’re gone
We’ll take from home
So dull, so old
Our memories
We’ll try to see
So easily
Oh, damn you, pain