the puddles and the dirt on the terrace
i spent most evenings in december
i think you'll remember
the tea and the biscuits we fed to the cats
the feeling that i call home
the light pitter patter on my windowsill
where you grew all your plans
that i never forgot to water
the ache for your touch just like i do
now we just stare at the rain while i call for you
every single day
search for your face in between the raindrops
even the clouds have found their place in the sky
when will i find mine again
when will i will i
i was a flower in you were my breeze
you took me to places that i'd never seen
i always thought we swayed to the same beat
laughed in the same chord but i was off by a mile
it took me a while to see
that you were never for me
i know now i know
you were the clouds and i was your rain
cause when the sun comes down our paths will frame
i guess that's the only way
la ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
cause when the sun comes out our paths will fray
i guess that's the only way
