I knew a man who was afraid to loveto lay his heart on the bathroom rughe drank his coffee in the same old mugand sat in silence 'til the world fell numbuntil the day when a girl came byshe had eyes like the rising tidehe felt a sharpness deep insidethe kind of ache that can't be satisfiedwe hate the rain when it fills up our shoesbut how we love when it washes our carswe love to love when it fills up the roombut when it leaves oh we're cursing the starsso he turned to the radioand he went to a picture showtried to find someone else who knowsall the hurt that a heart can holdshe smelled like cinnamon and winter cloveand sparked like firewood inside a stovewanted to ask her just to sit and stayinstead he watched as she walked awaywe hate the rain when it fills up our shoesbut how we love when it washes our carswe love to love when it fills up the roombut when it leaves oh we're cursing the starswe hate the rain when it fills up our shoesbut how we love when it washes our carswe love to love when it fills up the roombut when it leaves oh we're cursing the stars
