文本歌词

The drought was the very worst
When the flowers that we'd grown
Together died of thirst
It was months and months of back and forth
You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress
I can't wear anymore
Hung my head as I lost the war
And the sky turned black like a perfect storm
Rain came pouring down when I was drowning
That's when I could finally breathe
And by morning gone was any trace of you
I think I am finally clean