Living for the day I lost myself in the rain
Feeling every drop drip down, and play through my veins
Passing by a church I saw a man standing tall near a grave
Weeping ever softly, sipping slowly on a sour lemonade
Portrait of a man
I could hear him talking too himself as a stranger sat and stared
Leaving only traces of a life overflowing with despair
Time elapses, mind relapses, sitting in a coffin, he was there
Buried while still breathing, at the will of his own living hand
Portrait of a man
Portrait of a man
Turning ever slowly I figured I should leave him alone
Pulling the proverbial straws from deep in my throat
Moving through the rain I made my way down the road
Moving through the rain I made my way down the road
Down the road
Down the road
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Living for the day I lost myself in the rain
Feeling every drop drip down, and play through my veins
Passing by a church I saw a man standing tall near a grave
Weeping ever softly, sipping slowly on a sour lemonade
Portrait of a man
I could hear him talking too himself as a stranger sat and stared
Leaving only traces of a life overflowing with despair
Time elapses, mind relapses, sitting in a coffin, he was there
Buried while still breathing, at the will of his own living hand
Portrait of a man
Portrait of a man
Turning ever slowly I figured I should leave him alone
Pulling the proverbial straws from deep in my throat
Moving through the rain I made my way down the road
Moving through the rain I made my way down the road
Down the road
Down the road
Feeling every drop drip down, and play through my veins
Passing by a church I saw a man standing tall near a grave
Weeping ever softly, sipping slowly on a sour lemonade
Portrait of a man
I could hear him talking too himself as a stranger sat and stared
Leaving only traces of a life overflowing with despair
Time elapses, mind relapses, sitting in a coffin, he was there
Buried while still breathing, at the will of his own living hand
Portrait of a man
Portrait of a man
Turning ever slowly I figured I should leave him alone
Pulling the proverbial straws from deep in my throat
Moving through the rain I made my way down the road
Moving through the rain I made my way down the road
Down the road
Down the road
Writer: Samuel Taylor
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