Текст песни
You flew out with the rain, flew out with the rain.
I held on too late, now I'm calling your name.
You flew out with the rain, flew out with the rain,
And I still feel you in the cold on my face.
In the cold on my face.
The street is full of gold, but it don't feel warm.
Your coffee ring still shows on the book by the door.
I keep your last goodbye like a match in my palm; it burns in quiet loops when the evening comes on.
I held on too late, now I'm calling your name.
You flew out with the rain, flew out with the rain,
And I still feel you in the cold on my face.
In the cold on my face.
The street is full of gold, but it don't feel warm.
Your coffee ring still shows on the book by the door.
I keep your last goodbye like a match in my palm; it burns in quiet loops when the evening comes on.