Through lacking of words all the rain ends
Five minutes clay bell, only worse
Lacking the way now, running around
Lacking the fire lacking the words

And polite in the way you were to feel nice
And finding you're outed again, it feels nice
Why did it pass? Ever as?

Bury the word
Found out too early all that's around
Drifting a rainy route
Barely an hour is all of the word

You're running away in a while to feel nice
You found out the way of the world, it feels nice
You're finding out when, you have it all
You're the belle of the ball
You're the belle of the ball
You're the belle of the ball