Well, the rain keeps on coming downIt feels like a flood in my headAnd that road keeps on calling meScreaming to everything lying aheadSometimes when it rains all she wants to do is throw open the windows and inhale the salty scent of the earth. But she doesn't, she can't for then the smell will remind her of that last kiss on the bench in the rain. The last time she saw his little lopsided grin.
The last time he held her in his arms
And when it rains, he lifts his head and stares out the window over his desk. Wonder's if it is raining where she is. Wonders if she's thinking of him when it does. As he stares up at the puffy grey clouds unleashing their fury over his head, he wonders if every rainy day will be like this.
If every rainy day he will be tormented with her smell, with the taste of her mingled with tears and rain, salty, sweet and oh, so addictive. And if every rainy day for the rest of his life, he will remember the day he walked away. And if every rainy day, regret will pour through him just like it is pouring from the heavens.
And it's a winding roadI've been walking for a long timeI still don't knowWhere it goesAnd it's a long way homeI've been searching for a long timeI still have hopeI'm gonna find my way home1:30 pm;can you keep a secret?
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