Fair - Annuals

I know there’s no hope in holding up this weight

It just won’t float

Man, I tried, but the tide

It knows no sides

If that’s what’s not fair, then what could be wrong with my life?

If that’s what’s not fair, then what could be wrong with my life?

Maybe she needs love

To put the bottle down

Maybe she needs me

To be around

The pain in her stare is drawing me shapes

Oh, so fair

The pain in her stare is making me wish I was there

With something to declare

We’ll it’s quite possible I won’t make it out

Alive

Because I’m quite sure that I could die

Because what’s best is what’s left when nothing is left but the sound of

The rain on your head, a woman asleep in your bed

Dreaming in my bed

Something’s got to happen

Now