people running round, people running out of time
feels such a struggle, struggle just to rhyme
but its easy to be happy, when the rain’s on your back
the winds prepare to pound, just before the clouds attack
you don’t mind the water when you’re drenched to the skin
its too late to worry once the thunder begins
but I see these intimations
do not move you like me
on thoughts of summer raindrops
our minds will not agree
your icy skin will never burn
your feet will never know
the touch of paths untrodden
the feel the naked snow.
this is also a song about raindrops falling on the shore
a dry land called
we are boats against the current, struggling always to return
beating ceaseless for past loves for which we yearn
I don’t blame you that your faith was so small
‘s easy to survive, just a little lonely, that’s all
the rain abandons us when the wind will blow
the storm has passed over, and I must go.
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