she says it's cold outside and she hands me my raincoat
she's always woried about things like that
she says it's all gonna end and it might as well be my fault
and she only sleeps when its raining
and she screams and her voice is straining
(chorus)
and she says baby
it's 3am I must be lonely
when she says baby
well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
she says the rain's gonna wash away I believe it
she's got a little bit of something, God it's better than nothing
and in her color protrait world she believes that she's got it all
she swears the moon don't hang quite as high as it used to
and she only sleeps when its raining
and she screams, and her voice is straining
(chorus)
she believes that life is made up of all that you're used to
and the clock on the wall has been stuck at 3 for days,
and days she thinks that happiness is the mat that sits on her doorway
but outside its stopped raining
(chorus)
ps:
what much can i say about it.
this beautiful peice is written by rob thomas to his mom.
dedicated to my mum.
1 comment:
Hi sayang,
Tq for dedicating this to me. Love it. All mums are same I guessed - always worrying bout her baby no matter how old he or she is!! He he he mums are meant to be mums. no question bout it ok? Otherwise what else do I be if its not to be your mum? And I love being your mum!!
Mummy.
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