Text: Silverchair. I Can't Believe It's Not Rock. Rain.

Melting molasses
Its been raining fire
Far too long
Waterfall corroding
My shelter
Levitated state
Float away from
Sandbag feet
As sillouettes fade
Your beauty's rich in a loveless world
Sold and Defined
By your choices
Scrape my head Off the melting floor
Violating the voices
its been raining fire
far too long
waterfall corroding
my shelter
*far from the ground, stars coming down you're falling sight into sound,
I'll help you down I'm calling far from the ground, stars coming down
you're falling sight into sound, I'll help you down you're calling