Director's Cut - cehryl

Look, it’s getting colder

Let’s go inside

Speak the words we usually hide

If you come over

I’ll let you learn

All the contours of my mind

And if you want

I’ll meet you there

With a bucketful of rain

I’ll be waiting for you

Superstitions

And i believed

That you were the one for me

A thousand stories

The more i read

You are not as i had dreamed

I’m learning now

And you’re not to blame

For my bucket full of pain

You were leaving anyway

The cameraman frames the pretty sight

Your cigarette between our silhouettes

Then the scene is cut — there the story ends

Now everything is broken

And all you’ve been —

Just a projection on the screen

You can even hold her

While i sew

The torn-up parts of desire

And if you have the time to spare

We can swing around the april air

It was never fair to begin with

The cameraman frames the pretty sight

Your cigarette between our silhouettes

Then the scene is cut — there the story ends