Watching the wind whip the rain against the windows, and the sky is a weeping grey. Aching for the warmth of your smile. I’ll sit here for a moment, for a while. In the longing, for the home of your arms. The longing in the home of your heart.
Reflections in the windows as I pass by. See the lonely girl with the rain soaked eyes. Every step takes me closer to you, to the warmth of your arms and the home of your heart. So I’ll run as fast as I can fly, down crowded streets of passersby.
And the sound of the city pours over me, and any bystander could just see that the way that you’ve lost me can’t truly be... and I’ve never felt these things before.
Before you lost me.
Before the rocks melt into the sea.
Before the salt seas no longer run.
My love for you has just begun.