We sat on this bench,
Both of us drenched
Under a mad cloud that was minutes ago
A summer sky
When did this storm arrive
The waves creeped with the tide
But I like to be wet,
But I like to be wet
I know you don't
I know I begged you to come to the shore with me
You don't like to be exposed
But I made you take off your cloths
Hair so black, skin so pale
'Cause you never leave your room
Sit and strum your gloom
With your shades drawn
Your lights are low
Just outside the window
See the rain,
Trickling down
We sat on this bench
Both of us drenched
I think you like it now not just minutes ago
A song came to mind
You shut your eyes
Started scribbling down some lines
Where did this day go
We could have been swept away
With the tide