Thank God for winter rainnClearing out the poision in my mouthnThis city, stuck to menIt summarises all my worriesnnCollapsing under my own weightnThe line along which my movement takesnI fall down, I sink deepernDrinking fast so I'll get there quickernnNowhere's perfect, chose this place with carenAlways something in my waynMourning over stupid things I'd changenAlways something in my waynnI can't remember thingsnThe walk I took, the colour of your doornI feel sick, I feel worriednBut always get there in a hurrynnI'm scared of what you thinknIf I showed you how I really amnI get drunk, I get erraticnBut always seem to end up staticnnNowhere's perfect, chose this place with carenAlways something in my waynMourning over stupid things I'd changenAlways something in my waynnNowhere's perfect, chose this place with carenAlways something in my waynMourning over stupid things I'd changenAlways something in my waynAlways something in my way