The Other Side
Ruelle
We are buried in broken dreams
We are knee-deep without a plea
We are knee-deep without a plea
I loved her
it wasn’t supposed to happen
but the sky doesn’t ask
if it can drop its rain
and we can either
drown or dance in it
it wasn’t supposed to happen
but the sky doesn’t ask
if it can drop its rain
and we can either
drown or dance in it