The small rain
Raining down this morning
If only I was with you Leslie
Hearing you speak of things
The way your passions
Drive your voice the easy way
Your head tilted
Slightly messy blond highlights
In a right angle pushed
Behind your ear
Raining down this morning
If only I was with you Leslie
Hearing you speak of things
The way your passions
Drive your voice the easy way
Your head tilted
Slightly messy blond highlights
In a right angle pushed
Behind your ear
I miss the listing and listening
Your hands play nervously
With whatever is near
Everything in this world can
Be near you
Except me
And that I hate living with
Being nothing to everything
And time moves so slow
I need the feelings to go away
Buried somewhere
This is not the eternal recurrence
I can bear
A bear wearing melancholy
Under a blanket blank stare
Listening to the rain, it's rhythm
A soft percussion of loneliness
I miss you
Your hands play nervously
With whatever is near
Everything in this world can
Be near you
Except me
And that I hate living with
Being nothing to everything
And time moves so slow
I need the feelings to go away
Buried somewhere
This is not the eternal recurrence
I can bear
A bear wearing melancholy
Under a blanket blank stare
Listening to the rain, it's rhythm
A soft percussion of loneliness
I miss you