suite: virginia
Singer:healy
it's always raining in my head
til these clouds occupy a different mind
i'm gonna need to bide some time
you're the apple of the eye of the storm that is forming in my head all day and night
and i don't sleep too well
every billboard is your face
my britches pocket missing stitches
but imma spend 'em on you
the catwalk is such a perfect platform for you
until you run out of space
until you run out of space
your tears fall like platinum down you
until they run out of face
virginia's cold this time of year
she's nothing like tennessee
she'll snatch my breath away from me oh no
and leave me without a thing to see
a self-proclaimed bloodhound
in the rain or snow i'll chase you down
with my footprints covered by morning time