This Is My Grasp On What Is Real
*The second star to the right and straight on til morning*
Washing away the pain like a cold shower washes away the drunk
I could tell you I enjoy dancing in the rain,
but that will only put the sun to shame
Does the moon shine more bright?
Will the sun still rise if I leave tonight?
The whisky burns
The determination burns harder
If you could take my pain
I would take your pride
and together we could paint this city red.
