كلمات Speech Bubbles

Rain is millions of tiny speech bubbles unused The collected breaths of mutes And all our silent exhalations Where we should've put words Or words we had no one to tell Emptied from clouds like clearing horns spit valves Coming back to us now To remind us what we meant to say Or that we meant to say something Coming down and dying In one giant quiet On the streets and cars Huzzled like jewels in girls' hair On the fake wool collar of my bomber jacket And on my glasses and feet Cut 'em deep and weap out loud Just dust and just a hair in your mouth You drink and think you're tonguin' something to shout But it's just dust and just a hair in your mouth And now these empty breaths reflect The feedback of headlights Push leaves and coffee cups To lower altitudes and gutters Rain is confession weather And we become booths of prayer if we let us And now these empty breaths reflect The feedback of headlights Push leaves and coffee cups To lower altitudes and gutters Rain is confession weather And we become booths of prayer if we let us