The rain whispers secrets on the glass,
Telling me stories from our love gone past.
I stare far off and let the tears roll down my face,
Wishing the storm would wash away your name.

I’m asking now, don’t you think it’s cruel?
You stole my heart like some beautiful jewel.
You ran away and you didn’t care
Now I’m alone here dressed in silk and despair.

You said you needed some place new
But you took my heart in your vintage shoes.
Now I’m listening to the rain, soft and slow
Like the score to a black and white show.

I’ve been dancing with a ghost of you
Begging the storm to let me drown in the gloom
You were the only song I ever believed
Now you’ve gone to chase a bygone dream

I’m begging the rain to drop your name on every rose
And telling the moon to hold you close
Begging you to feel the ache we used to know
Hoping a flood of love again grows.