GET TO YOU
Portraits of a hurricane
Something that you can’t explain
I’m pouring in the driving rain
Just to get to you
Images filled with regret
Memories you can’t forget
Well, I ain’t giving up just yet
Til I get to you
Ain’t it sweet dripping on your tongue?
Ain’t it sweet? Enjoy it while you’re young.
Ain’t it sweet? Climb the final rung
And get to you.
Something that you can’t define
It’s all the things you’ve left behind
Smells like roses, tastes like brine
Til I get to you.
Ain’t it sweet dripping on your tongue?
Ain’t it sweet? Enjoy it while you’re young.
Ain’t it sweet? Climb the final rung
And get to you
Some folks say if you plug away
Good things will come round
But I don’t know, where can I go
When this rain keep pouring down?
Forces that you can’t resist
Opportunities you’ve missed
The sweetest wine will turn to piss
Does it get to you?
Bittersweet, dreams that turned to sand,
Bittersweet, slipped right through your hands,
Bittersweet, in the end you’re just a man...yeah.