Maybe these are stranded words

For I cannot complain

And the riot at the sunset

Paints the colour of the rain.

I built my days on consequence

And now nothing's ringing true

But tonight, I need you.

The air, it feels like spring again

It always clears my thoughts

Like the saints become the sinners

The haves become the nots.

Have I shown you enough of me?

You know yourself can be so hard to be

And tonight, I need you.

I need you

I need you

I need you

Ooo...