The morning rain clouds up my window,
and I can't see at all.
But your picture on my wall,
it reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad at all.
So I lose myself in the music,
and hope when I own it,
I never ever let it go.
Because I'll only get one shot,
and I'm afraid I'll blow.
I open my mouth,
but the words won't come out.
I'm choking, I guess I'm the joke now.
Then I snap back to reality,
and realise I just defied gravity.
