Adam French
Lyricist: Adam John French Composer: Adam John French
I'm the rust in the rain
I'm the tears running down your face
Oh, I'm the blood that's rushing through your veins
I'm the numbness pushing out the pain
Whatever I am to you, that's fine
Whatever I am to you, that's fine
But I hope that your children get to know my name
And I hope that your heart can figure out the pain
I hope, I hope
You won't let it go to waste
I hope, I hope
I'm a flare in the sun
I'm the damage that's been done
Oh, I'm a ghost in the night
I'm the darkness shading out the light
Whatever I am to you, that's fine
Whatever I am to you, that's fine
But I hope that your children get to know my name
And I hope that your heart can figure out the pain
And I hope, I hope
You won't let it go to waste
I hope, I hope
But it takes time, to fix it up
Though I'll pick up all the pieces of the dust
It takes time, to fix it up
Though I'll pick up all the pieces of the dust
There's nothing left of us
I hope that children get to know my name
But I hope that your heart can figure out the pain
I hope, I hope
You won't let it go to waste
I hope, I hope