I don't wonder because it doesn't matter
promises made in the rain dry up in the sun
from both the good and ill-meaning heart
even if you were the latter
And I don't sleep so well in the night's glisten
in the daytime I can barely keep my eyes open
I think I handle the sun like your promises do
evaporating, slowly dissolving into existance
I don't wonder because it is useless
to guess at the nature of your intentions
but just in case someone ever mentions it
make sure to know I have no idea what you're talking about
