Raindrop Conversations

Streaks of gray run down the pane

Tracing circles in the dust

Everything we built out in the rain

Now is turning back to rust

And the room is far too still

Just the hum

of the avenue below

If I could, you know I will

Let the quiet

wash away the cold (ohhh)

Leaves are swirling in the street

Tail-lights bleed a blurry red

I can hear the rhythm of your feet

Walking paths inside my head

Just the quiet... (shhh)