Rains are over now Drops of rain dripping from my brow Oh oh And run like tiny streams of tears Pants cropped at the hem Make me look like I'm part of them Uh-uh You made me meet you in the years Must have made up those crooked thoughts God... You can't reason with yourself that way that way Must have flown another bird Must have slipped another word From my lips From my lips I don't know But if you say so Sky's the color of cold steel You've already told me how you feel Bout us And how you get consumed by fears Feels the color of tangerine Turn the key and start up my machine And wait For liquids chains and turning gears Must have made up those crooked thoughts God... You can't reason with yourself that way that way Must have flown another bird Must have slipped another word From my lips From my lips I don't know But if you say so I guess it was another bird