The rain pulls me awake . on this warm Autumn morning . the melancholy sky of grey . comforts like a cave . You didn't stay last night . and maybe that's the right thing . And letting go is truly
gloomy grave, a foreseen death, a symbol for our pain. From -grey-views-lyrics-empyrium. html . Drowned in a flood of autumnrain. Sillouettes of light astray somewhere in the clouds. Ravens traverse
The rain. The rain. Rain came down in sheets that night. And you. And I. Stared out to the left and to the right. . Rain came down in cords. Seemed to laugh at us 'til daylight. . The
all night. It seems the rain is all the tears that I cried last night. When I walk along through autumn leaves. That must have fallen last night. It seems the leaves are all the tears that I cried at
The Rain. Artist Melody Gardot. The rain. The rain. Rain came down in sheets that night. And you. And I. Stared out to the left and to the right. Rain came down in cords. Seemed to laugh at us 'til
Give me a little breath. Quarantine. B. C. G. might never might rain What is is now, Hoffman style. What a great film. What a great weather style Calling captain autumn. When will I die. When
trees you came to love me. Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes. As if to hide a lonely tear. My life will be forever autumn 'cause you're not here. 'Cause
the Rain Are Here Again. I Shall Return. Into Your Arms All the Wounds You Bear Inside. We Bear Them in Our Autumn Hearts. The Words I Speak Are Soaked with Filth. And Night Becames Our Enemy
where I wanna be. I'm flyin' like the wind on the sea Refrain (all). Now the rain has gone and I'm movin' on like a gentle autumn breeze. No I won't hold on. 'cause it won't be long. 'til I - I'm
When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breeze. and touches with her hand the summer trees,. perhaps you'll understand what memories I own. There's a dance pavilion in the rain all
Thoughts of leaves in autumn. Falling from the trees. Thoughts of hovering tree tops. Leading to the sea This was our season, no lies and no pretend. But my love left with the rain Thoughts of springtime
