Letras
I am hoping for a sign in the sky or a word from the stars
I am praying for a tear in the fabric of time
So you and I can slip quietly away
And not a single soul would think to miss us
The weather, it was raining on the day I met him
Hair wet and tangled
Droplets of water sliding down my cheeks like crystal teardrops
He says he can taste sunlight on my skin whenever cherries are in season
With me, he doesn't think about permanence, or possession
He knows I'm just like the weather, I'll keep changing my mind
Crying, you're still crying about it, aren't you?
Silly girl
What good will it do to you, will it do you to spill those sky blue tears?
You meant either everything to him or absolutely nothing at all
What's given is not gone
In something it lives on
How long, she wonders, before I forget how it feels to be wanted?