You can come inside now
The rain's falling awfully steep
I know you hate when movies end
But it's about to get real loud
Crowds will bustle into the halls
They'll converse with friends and white walls
All until they hear the rain pouring
I don't want you in this storm alone
You won't fit in, you'll sink like a stone
I need someone with me who I can still adorn
I know that the sky is grey
And your face is red, oh mean red
Treading along the carpet floors
As if they would ever say
Who's really alive and really dead
But I love your face that way
I like your grey eyes and greyer soul
I'll hold you against the grain
And mop up every inch of your pain
Until our dismay has been sold
Then maybe we can finish the movie?
Maybe just this once?
My fingers and heart are dusty
But you're the only rain it wants