Coldplay Tears Stream Down Your Face Lyrics Novels & Stories

♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 Oh, the tears keep falling, like rain from the sky, I'm just a wounded soul, asking God why? How could he make love to another, so carelessly? My heart bleeds in silence, a love that'll never be. 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞 Through anguish and despair, I'll find my way, I'll heal the wounds, as I face a brand-new day.

Sophia sobbed as she vomited blood. “I only realized I still have a family; envy and greed must have devoured me, but dad, I’m proud to be a Knight,” Sophia smiled as tears streamed down her cheeks. “I’m still glad you became my father, and I-I love you, dad,” she said. Vernon nodded and clenched his fist. Because she couldn’t see anything, Sophia looked for Vernon. “D-dad… I-I can’t see anything… P-please, h-hold my hand…” Vernon came to a halt and took Sophia’s hand. “I’m here…” Vernon bowed and turned away because losing a child hurts him as a father.

Tears streamed down my face. "Help me… please.”

No matter how far we are apart Please believe in those words I gave you Singing in the rain The raindrop is shining beautifully The moment when all the sadness is washed away The world will come alive Please come the tender rain Even if one day this scenery withers away The overwhelming emotion will still continue to pour into your eyes I want to connect our hearts I want to feel your pain When you wake up, on the soaked ground The buds are blooming It’s a tender rain May this song reach your side? No matter how far we are apart Please believe in those words I gave you Singing in the rain The raindrop is shining beautifully The moment when all the sadness is washed away

tears streamed down my face in a rush as I watched my worst nightmare unfolding before me "Listen here, man, whatever you want to say I'll listen, and any more punch you've got, I'll take it all, so keep it coming, but get the hell out of my way right now, and don't make me lose my temper watching those tears fall from my woman's eyes."

CLYONE I closed my eyes even tighter as I leaned my head against the cabinet behind me. I could feel the hot liquid slowly streaming down on my cheeks. Geeze. Here comes the crybaby me again. The song keep blasting really loud as it lingers in my ears. Every word of the lyric fills my head making such a massive impact as if it is embracing the emotions inside me, sympathizing or maybe trying to make me feel better. Unfortunately, it just made the sorrow vivid, not lessen it.

“Do you really think you can just walk away? Forget everything we’ve been through?” “No,” she said softly, and when I looked at her again, tears were streaming down her face. “I’ll never forget. But I have to try. I have to make things right.” The room fell silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator in the corner. And then, as if the universe wanted to twist the knife deeper, Floods by Lucky Daye started playing from my phone. "Babe, say some, we should be ashamed… Don't say names, I don't wanna know…"

"Clayton? Where is everyone?" He cleared his throat—a deliberate, soft sound—from the living room, close to the dining hall. He was perched on a stool, a guitar resting in his hands. He began to strum a soft, intricate melody. His voice, smooth and deep, filled the quiet house. I didn’t know he could play. “I saw you, I knew you were mine! You light up my world in a way I never thought possible.” The lyrics were simple, yet they cracked the dam of my control. Hot, silent tears streamed down my face. Clayton set the guitar aside, his eyes never leaving mine, and strode across the floor.

I can’t block it out. ‘And high up above or down below’ I stare at the wall where the singing is coming from. My throat tightens. Hot tears crowd behind my eyes, and I want to laugh and scream all at once because this is so — so wrong. Cold-fucking-play in the middle of a seizure? Really? What the hell is wrong with my brain?. Tears start filling my eyes, heavy and hot. The song is just too sad. Too fitting. ‘Tears stream down your face’

My voice cracks and the tears I didn’t notice roll down my cheeks as I silently sang along to the song have drenched my face, I bring my hands to my face to wipe them but it seems more tears grace my face faster than I can wipe them. I close my eyes to prevent the tears from rolling down my cheeks but then I see her, her smile, her golden hair and baby blue eyes before I left the room, the memory is too raw to touch and I know what comes next. Scared to see it, the familiar feeling of hypoxia consumes me. I try to open my eyes but I can't, no Camilla you can’t have a breakdown now, pull yourself together, happy thoughts no sorrow. Words, I realise all these words are useless when I’m choking