In the Cold and In the Rain

February 2, 2007

Previously I had written about a guy who died but couldn’t come to grips with it and was still trying to communicate with his lover.

This time I wanted to turn things around and have the guy trying to talk to his girl who died.

I’m not obsessed with death, I just think it’s interesting to think about feelings or situations you’re unfamiliar with. It’s a good way to push the envelope and test your limits. Without doing this it’s a lot harder to define new limits.

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I like to visit you
In the cold and in the rain
Cause’ when the sun shines down
All it does is dull the pain

I let the drops build up
And run down my uncut hair
When it finally reaches the ends
Feels like your fingers are there

I pound on this granite
Till my hand turns black and blue
I hit it so hard with hope
The vibrations make it down to you

On those windy days
When it cuts through the trees
I can’t help but feel
You’re gently whispering to me

If the time had come
That I was the first to leave
I would wish for you another love
After you’ve had your time to grieve

That’s not it girl
You don’t only get one chance
You could go on knowing
Our hearts will forever dance

So that’s just what I’ll do
For perfection in life we shouldn’t strive
Instead choosing the opposite is
A better way to keep our love alive