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She loves him |
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But she doesn't want him |
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She used to burn for him |
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But now that's changed |
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She knows he knows |
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And she says it isn't so |
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What else can she say? |
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But when he reaches out |
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She turns away. |
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When he talks about it |
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She says he's cruel |
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So he apologises |
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Counts his blessings |
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What else can he do? |
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She used to gaze at him reach out with her toes to touch him |
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She still loves him |
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But she doesn't want him |
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And in her eyes, he's so much less |
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Than the light heart she met |
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The laughing boy she used to know |
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He feels ugly now, and the ugliness, creeps around inside him |
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Until he really is. |
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The animal paws at him, gnaws at him |
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The silver-back wins over him |
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And in his pain, and bitter shame, he resents her. |
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The one who loves him |
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They said they'd never lie |
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They'd learned their lessons from the last times |
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They said that they could talk |
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They could always talk |
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Deceit stirs in them now for reasons good as well as bad |
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But he wants so much |
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Not to live another lie |
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To be free and high again |
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Trying to see the blue sky above the rain |
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Trying to see the blue sky above the rain |
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Remembering the blue sky above the pouring rain |
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He's trying to see the blue sky above the rain |
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He's flown there and he's seen it, |
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been up there lighter than air, floating in the miracle |
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But he can't fly until she wants him |
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He can't burn until she sparks him |
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He's dressed in lead from toe to head |
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Trying to see the blue sky above the rain |
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Remembering the blue sky above the rain |
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Maybe they'll talk |
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Soul to soul head to head heart to heart eye to eye |
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Rise up to that blue space above the clouds |
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Where troubles die |
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And tears dry |
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Heading West and climbing |
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In that place the sun never stops shining |
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The rain's below us. |
