We built our love on dirt and thunderstorms.
You look like someone I used to know.
Your cloudy eyes full of tears, my stoic love.

Every storm has to pass.
The rain washed it all away.
You're the clouds that come and go.
But you moved to show the stars.

The moon tries to shine through.
But my memories are too strong.
I need to learn to look past the clouds.
Into space, and move on.