time rain can i borrow your time am i losing my mind my skin is aching my brittle bones are breaking breaking it s so bracing outside showers and showers of unhappiness pulling air to the little little tunnels in my brain i can hear the familiar voices rumble rumble i can feel my life in those hand tremble tremble delicate with me delicate for delicate is easy delicate is more i had a dream that i had heavy feet and that kept you from her sleep i had a dream that i was gushing streets alone i had a dream that i was told to keep oh wash it from her sleep had a dream husbands did stripped the widow s bones