Blue Benches by Clara Thomas Lyrics

Rain keeps on falling
Like you the other morning
I can hear them calling my name
I watch it from my window
Another game Nintendo
To me it seems to be the same

The world’s getting colder
I’m watching the rain
And I’m getting older
While watching the rain

It’s not making any sense in my mind
It’s not making any sense at all
No, it’s not making any sense in my mind
It’s not making any sense at all

Passing by blue benches
Counting all the hours
Counting every single drop
The children on the playground
Waiting for a new sign
Waiting for the time to stop
The world’s getting colder
I’m watching the rain
And I’m getting older
While watching the rain

It’s not making any sense in my mind
It’s not making any sense at all
No, it’s not making any sense in my mind
It’s not making any sense at all

It’s not making any sense in my mind
It’s not making any sense at all
No, it’s not making any sense in my mind
It’s not making any sense at all

Playing on the ceiling
Oh, a glory feeling
Looking at a treasure map
Lying on a rooftop
Trying to get down
Think it’s time for me to snap

The world’s getting colder
I’m watching the rain
And I’m getting older
While watching the rain
It’s not making any sense in my mind
It’s not making any sense at all
No, it’s not making any sense in my mind
It’s not making any sense at all

It’s not making any sense in my mind
It’s not making any sense at all
No, it’s not making any sense in my mind
It’s not making any sense at all