Pair of tin cups rolling in the backseat Rustle like a mallet on a downbeat Rain will make rust, water on the concrete Have a true love, more than just an outline Solid shape of, known it for a long time Never failed us, even losing daylight Thymia accompany us All the way to townsend How to explain, moving as a phantom? Falling like rain, over and abandoned Thymia accompany us All the way to townsend