Rain-Spun Memories

(mmmmm-hmmmmm) We pretend

the photo is candid

Dining table with one chair pulled out

While a rain-warped flyer stays visible

On the window pane,

leaving no doubt

And the streetlights start to bleed

Through the summer haze we breathe (ooh-ooh-ooh)

Under the wet sky,

we run in the dark

Finding the fire from a flickering spark

No one is watching,

the city is ours tonight!

One chair pulled out,

we wait

By the rain-slicked gate (yeah-eah)

We pretend the photo is real (mmm-hmm-mmm)