Sulking
And I know there's something
beautiful within my grasp
And I know I think I'm satisfied but it won't last
And I know to lace my boots up and pick my path
I'll find another rain storm to fill my glass
beautiful within my grasp
And I know I think I'm satisfied but it won't last
And I know to lace my boots up and pick my path
I'll find another rain storm to fill my glass

