Sometimes it takes a stormTo really know the lightThe scent of rainThe weight of cloudsPulling down the skySometimes it takes a stormTo know how you feelTo understand indigoAnd the varnished sunLighting up the fieldsIt takes the rain between the lines to know what sorrow findsThe way a cloud divides sometimesThe clearing and the blueI love youI was just passing throughAnd taken by surpriseBetween the black skyAnd the blueBetween the black sky and the blueI love youI love you
