17 days

let the rain come down,
let the rain come down,
let the rain come down down.

Cities drowning.

I could be your lover.

You could be me my fantasy.

Hiding under those sheets.

Whispering....

A triumph.

Let' s leave it at that.

Fantasy.

Rain.

The city.

Night.

Early morning.

Shame
yeah, yeah...

But
death is
approaching.

Let' s be a little more destructive,
' kay?