wichita
i spent seventeen nights in the shock of the winter
and shots in the dark and the ousnds of your whisper
i guess i love you so much because you showed me your heart

but i steal away like some thief in the night, with a bag of cocaine
don't you tell me what's right
cuz i know it already.
i've got a heart of my own

and you're never alone, so please don't you cry
put your bullets away and i'll put away mine
because we all know some words can be kind
and some can be daggers

let it rain, let it rain
well the sun blinded our eyes and was gone just as quick as it came
i'm still sleeping outside under treacherous skies
let it rain

well i've spent sleepless nights with the eyes of a madman
and walked the straigh line with the tie of a taxman
and when you get on your knees and you pray
sometimes you just have to wait

and you'll wait like a widow waits to wake from a dream
and you'll speak in a whisper and scream,
"i'm still free."
but you're not free.
you're just a child. you're still scared of the dark.

and the death of my heart was the spark of this life
i can't crawl from this ditch but i think i'll still try.
that's the story of my whole life.
just crawling from ditches

let it rain.......

well we take from this cup and its never enough
and the poison we drink only thins out our blood.
its a lie we've been fed; that we're better of dead
it's the life. it's the life. it's the life.