Hazel

Thinking I might tell everyone my secrets to life
With dead leaves and bad dreams
Like the ones I used to write
And April showers
Bring showers bring suicides in May
And April showers will fill the brockets to lovers' line
And the pain lies in learning
You're so tired
You're so tired
You're so tired
But you're laughing all the way home

I hate the moonlight when it brings out your eyes
And ill tell you what I think
You're so tired
You're so tired
You're so tired
But you're laughing all the way home

Can April showers bring suicides in May?
Bring suicides in May?

See how I've fallen
It's a find out to find out

You're right
You're right

I hate the moonlight when it brings out your eyes
And I'll tell you what I think
You're so tired
You're so tired
You're so tired
You're so tired...