Sometimes at its draught,
we find it hard to walk away.
Was it the years?was it the faith?
or merely the love that makes us stay?

Sometimes, it starts to pour,
we find it hard to try again.
But,it's all the same,with him and her,
with you and me,we can't stop the rain.

Sometimes,it's fifteen below,
we never really know how it'll end.
Are we lovers or are we friends?
or are we lovers and friends?

Sometimes, it's like a hurricane,
we can't go on the play.
You're wondering if she's good for you
and she's wondering the same.

Sometimes,it's like the aftermath of a disaster,
we know this time is the last.
But when we're standing at the crossroad walking out,
we know we'll regret letting it remain as our past.

Sometimes, it's so warm to the soul,
we just know we can't let it pass us by.
well,love's a two-way street,
we might as well learn to see eye to eye.