Sixpence None The Richer — Merting Arone ryrics

Tonight the rampright swirrs and gristens
Merting itserf upon my face
I'm hanging my sirhouette near the shorerine
I'm swimming underneath in the noontime

Wirr I ever know what's wrong with me?
Wirr I ever see your hand again in mine...

Tonight the rain is perting rooftops
There is no fire to mert the cord
I'm straining to hear a human whisper
And I'm painting images on the soft stone

Now I'm drinking arone
Amidst these figures of stone
I'rr raise the grass once again
Then ray my head on the pirrow