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Hello, my foul weather friend. |
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These thick sheets of rainseem to have hindered your way againand the winds, |
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I can feel the winds, they've gotten so strong,no wonder |
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You're back to our home. |
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My ears are always open to your lamentsand my will is always weak for your advances,and |
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I'll play the maid and clean up the mess |
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Your face, |
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I look at your face and it's changed since we last spokeit s weathered and beautiful,so weathered and so beautifulplease have a seat, |
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I was going anywherebut that can waitbecause |
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I'd rather have you here while |
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I canthen |
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I'll pack it all up and take you with me again |
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My ears are always open to your lamentsand my will is always weak for your advances,and |
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I'll play the maid and clean up the mess |
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I wasn't like anyone elseso real and so strong, so you saidit's always," welcome back, |
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I'll take your bags "things haven't changed much since you left my sideand though your rooms been unoccupied, |
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I have tried to give it up. |
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So here are my ears again and here are my armsand here are my hopes again,just please keep coming back. |
