I guess the rain today
Was a giveaway
Cynics fire
And the saints they pray
Given rain today
White glass, red glass
Broken staining watercolors
Oh baby please don't go away
We'll find some jewels
That we won't have to throwaway
2
Swans can cry
And lovers can scar
I want your breaths
Just as they are
Don't want to look at the
stars
[Repeat Chorus]
Oh how can you just fade away
You leave me here
The Comfort becomes dear
Oh my dear, my dear
3
Pain is planned
By the Gods in their thrones
We gnash through words on
telephones
Grow thin plywood bones
[Repeat Chorus]
But I only touch
Your eyes to care
If gestures lie
These eyes they cry
We love, we dare
© 1985 S.Amelia White
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