summer rain pounds against the glass
precipitation rolling off the tiles of my roof
my quiet contemplation as your hands caress my hair
every moment is only a distant memory now
love me to death, then even more once they lower me into the ground
summer rain pounds against the glass
precipitation rolling off the tiles of my roof
my quiet contemplation as your hands caress my hair
every moment is only a distant memory now
love me to death, then even more once they lower me into the ground