I smell the rain on your old coat... A heavy word caught in my throat. We’re sinking deep into the couch, Bleeding out without a sound. The cigarette is burning low, Nowhere to hide, nowhere to go. And it drags me down... Yeah, it drags me down. We are velvet turning into rust, Crawling back into the dust. Yeah, you drag me down... You watch the ceiling fan just spin... Shedding the love right off our skin. I pour the wine, I kill the light, We are too damn tired to even fight. Just two shadows in a cage, Too bored to even feel the rage. And it drags me down... Yeah, it drags me down. We are velvet turning into rust, Crawling back into the dust. Yeah, you drag me down... Peel the paint right off the wall... I don't feel anything at all. Peel the paint right off the wall... I'm just waiting for the fall. AND IT DRAGS ME DOWN! YEAH, IT DRAGS ME DOWN! We are velvet turning into rust! Crawling back into the dust! Yeah, it drags me down... It drags me down... Rust.
