Director’s Cut Songtext
von cehryl

Look it′s getting colder, let's go inside
Speak the words we usually hide
If you come over, I′ll let you learn
All the contours of my mind
And if you want, I'll meet you there
With a bucketful of rain
I'll be waiting for you

Superstitions, and I believed
That you were the one for me
A thousand stories, the more I read
You were not as I had dreamed
I′m learning now, and you′re not to blame
For my bucketful of pain
You were leaving anyway


We fade into the candlelight
The cameraman frames a pretty sight
Your cigarette between our silhouettes
Then the scene is cut, there the story ends

Now everything is broken, and all you've been
Just a projection on the screen
You can even hold her while I sew
The torn-out parts of your desire
And if you have the time to spare
We can sing around the April air
It was never fair to begin with

We fade into the candlelight
The cameraman, he frames a pretty sight
Your cigarette between our silhouettes
Then the scene is cut, there the story ends