Interpret:

New Found Glory

Album:

Coming Home

It was a cold california
even in the summer
she was wrapped in a blanket by the pool
there were rapid statements about life commitments
a sense of heat
that I couldn't bare to touch, I couldn't bare it


it's not your fault so please stop your crying now


there was a staring in seclusion
a fine tuned way of motion
a face wrapped for a suitor
the sound of hearts pumping at the same beat
coming round the corner
in almost all directions
a sense of heat that I couldn't bare to touch
no I couldn't bare it


now you wait for something to cure this
well I'm here under your down pour