Stranded Words (Interlude)

Maybe these are stranded words For I cannot complain And the riot at the sunset Paints the colour of the rain I built my days on consequence And now nothings ringing true But tonight I need you The air it feels like spring again It always clears my thoughts Like the saints become the sinners The haves become the nots Have I shown you enough of me You know yourself can be so hard to be And tonight I need you I need you I need you I need you