OK, Coach

It rushed into my blood
Pieces of parts that have created themselves through my imagination
It cradled in my head
Pieces of parts that have created themselves and rushed into my soul
It rushed into my blood
Pieces of parts that have created themselves through my imagination
It cradled in my head
Bits of parts that have created themselves and rushed into my soul
Morning rain
Inside my head
Softly killing me
(Aah, aah, aah)
(Aah, aah, aah)
(Instrumental)
Bing awake is just dying
And in my sleep I’m dead but my dreams ain’t nightmars, love
I caused you trouble, caused you pain, love, I’m sorry
Can’t just take out of my head and my blood when my body quits crying, love
Soaked and drained
Lost in days
Softly killing me