Dead Leaves - Morea Lyrics

The last 2 weeks of May
Burning off the grey
Seems like there's 80 days of rain

Again not feeling well
She's no fun we all can tell
There's a dark cloud over Morea
Over Morea

Crying out the victim
Now she's fighting, lying
Time to listen
She can't cast over me

These past few weeks of May
Through 80 days of rain
Seems like there's a dark cloud over Morea

Dark cloud over Morea
Over Morea

80 days of rain

Dark cloud over Morea

I guess you didn't plan to stay here
Grab your shit, I'll lick my wounds...