We stayed inside, it rained today
The last day of four days in London
And it seems like our time and the rain go together
Lost in a downpour of intimate pleasure
You tell me your stories while we defy time
And i look at you, at the side of your face
You tell me your thoughts without really thinking
We live in a world of intimate grace

You tell me of books and of last night's dream
You tell me the story of eyes...
And i'm so reassured, so reassured by what they're saying
But i know i must leave you behind ...
There's a train in the morning to take me away but
I want so desperately, so desperately to hold you
But even now you slip away, and even now you slip away

You tell me of plans that might never happen
Time disappears into a laugh, and into a sigh
And i wait for your story and
You say you'll always be waiting
While i'm silently watching your eyes
And in my stomach it feels like our very last day
So even now it slips away, and even now you slip away
Into tomorrow, and into a memory on the loneliest train
We stayed inside on our last day in London
We stayed inside, and it rained and it rained...

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