pale in comparison
when you walk through the rain
and the thought of becoming soaked
becomes less and less important
as each drop rains upon your head,
do you think about me?
what do you think about when you
walk in the rain with your wet head
staring down at the wet pavement
and your hands lie in your pockets;
do you think of me?
and the thought of becoming soaked
becomes less and less important
as each drop rains upon your head,
do you think about me?
what do you think about when you
walk in the rain with your wet head
staring down at the wet pavement
and your hands lie in your pockets;
do you think of me?