V A E L O R A - Under My Skin

Silver rain on the bus stop bends,
My hands still warm from the last good chance.
And I feel it pull under my ribs,
A secret tide I keep in the ribs.
Under open skies, I come alive.
Under open skies, I let it rise.
Hold me in the dark, hold me in the light.
Under open skies, I come alive.
Your old text burns in my pocket glow,
I read it slow then I let it go.
Train lights flicker on the river glass,