The rain falls on the cobble stone wall She is tall, young with perfectly long hair Black and gray is all that is today The rain falls on her open toed shoes Her cheecks are full, her breath is heavy A little chilly for the fifth of September
Her skin like silk, damp and freckled The rain falls in the most perfectly sad way Drop by drop on the cobble stone wall One by one under her freckled brow Black and gray, black and gray
The church bell crashes, at the perfect hour The day is gray but her eyes have color Deep and rich with depth like the sea Falling in deeper, and deeper Impossible to look away
Searching and searching under sheets of gray Only to find the reason to say It feels a bit warmer on this September day Looking into the eyes of young beauty Reminding the soul of all past laughs And easing the mind of tomorrow's woes
The rain falls on us all But as long as there is color Those are the reasons We look into each other