You and me on a little rainy streetAt four in the morning beneath the sailor's warningYou danced just like Gene KellyAnd I finally felt readyTo tell you that I love you, there and then'Til it rained againRosy eyes, kept me hopeful, left you wideA gambler in the making, all had was yours for takingWhat you took, I did not careHave my rose and cut my hairHow I wondered what your smile looked like up closeNow it's all I knowAnd it hurtsTo wonder if we could have made this workYes it hurtsTo realise the lessons that I've learnedYou and I on a park bench in JulyWe couldn't stand the silence so we filled it with defianceYou talked in absolutesThe space between us grewStill I only knew myself in terms of youAnd it hurtsTo know we're more trouble than it's worthYes it hurtsTo revisit all the bridges that we burnedAll this reigniting old wounds that never really healedPeeling back the laughter to find what it concealedI heard it said that heartaches are reminders we're still realYou and me on a little rainy streetAt four in the morning
