The Dear Hunter - Shouting at the Rain

I tried to sell my soul a million times,
But I never got an offer.
No, I never heard a word returned out of the dark,
Where I would throw my voice.

Maybe I just haven't got the good,
Or maybe I've forgotten
The way to find the piece of me
That's buried down below.

But I hope that we can find it.
Yeah, I hope that we can find it.

I hope that I can get back to the way I was,
Back before we knew what I'd become.
I know everything's a mess,
But with a steady hand, I can fix myself.
I'm on the mend.

I try to give you all I had to give,
But you just wouldn't take it.
No, you wouldn't hear
the words I cried out in the dark
Cause you had turned away.

So maybe I still haven't got the goods,
But maybe you've forgotten
The way to see the piece of me
That's buried down below.

But I hope that you can find it.
Yeah, I hope that we can find it.

I hope that I can get back to the way I was,
Back before we knew what I'd become.

Written by:
Casey Crescenzo

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Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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