The rain on the window is playing a beat
A polyrhythmic drumming from the wet street
We’re trapped in the car, the engine is off
You clear your throat with a nervous cough
The wipers are resting, the view is a blur
I’m wondering who I am, I’m wondering who you were
Before this moment, before this storm
When the air was dry and the feeling was warm
Now the condensation is fogging the glass
We’re watching the headlights of other cars pass
Red streaks of anger, white streaks of fear
The atmosphere is humid, heavy and near
You turn on the radio, low volume jazz
Trying to summon the magic it has
To smooth out the edges, to soften the blow
But the saxophone knows what we both know
Blue notes in the rain, falling on the roof
We don’t need the evidence, we don’t need the proof
The love is dissolving in the water and grey
Washing the colors of the passion away
It’s a sad composition, a wet afternoon
Singing the lyrics of a breakup tune
Without saying a word, without making a sound
Just listening to the water hitting the ground
Your hand is on the handle, ready to run
To escape the rain and to look for the sun
But I am the weather you’re trying to flee
The storm isn’t outside, the storm is in me
Or maybe in us, in the space in between
The saddest collision that I’ve ever seen
The dashboard lights glow with a sickly green
Illuminating the end of the scene
We’re sitting in silence, soaking it in
The feeling of losing, the feeling of sin
Of letting a good thing go down the drain
Lost in the rhythm of the fusion rain
Open the door
Step on the floor
Into the wet
Try to forget
The warmth of the seat
The sound of the beat
Of two hearts slowing
Of the cold wind blowing
Blue notes in the rain, falling on the roof
We don’t need the evidence, we don’t need the proof
The love is dissolving in the water and grey
Washing the colors of the passion away
It’s a sad composition, a wet afternoon
Singing the lyrics of a breakup tune
Without saying a word, without making a sound
Just listening to the water hitting the ground
Rain
On
Glass
