An Arcade From The Warm Rain That Falls - Comet Gain

I got your message today

I’m sorry what happened to you

It shouldn’t have to be that way

I f*cked my jeans and blue and grey shirt

My fancy shoes are covered in dirt

I can’t get any work

Since I’ve been here I get lost a lot

I’m like a worn-out beat found in St. James Park

Or Prospect Park

Out there in the dark

An arcade from the warm, warm rain that falls

An arcade from the warm, warm rain that falls

Broadcasts of an empty heart

The punctures made by the stagger’s darts will mark you again

I’m sorry again for the mess that you’re in

Without me there should be one mess less

You can start your life over

Aerial hums full of lovers and chums

I hope you’re alright, warm in the night in the park

In Finsbury Park

And your broken heart

An arcade from the warm, warm rain that falls

An arcade from the warm, warm rain that falls

These words I send to an old friend