Got up
It was late in the evening
Put on my shoes
And took a walk
I was thinking about a story that had yet to be written
I don't remember exactly how I met you
But there was something wrong with your hair
It was getting in the way of something
And you didn't like it
We walked into the park
It was raining
Someone I know is hoping I can follow you
Someone I know is hoping I can follow you
And I don't know how I know this
But at the end of the day
It's always sort of raining
Pieces and pieces
They fall from the sky
At the end of the day
It's always sort of raining
If you've seen it before
You know it doesn't lie
We were walking
It was somewhat past midnight
We could hear people singing screaming from afar
We stopped talking
I heard a footstep
Of course I heard it
It was you all along
Walked into a house
With a door
And a letter from the city
Telling me they didn't really care
Folded it up and let you inside to my house
And you said there's nothing
There's nothing really there
Someone I know is hoping I can follow you
Someone I know is hoping I can follow you
And I don't know how I know this
But at the end of the day
It's always sort of raining
Pieces and pieces
They fall from the sky
At the end of the day
It's always sort of raining
If you've seen it before
You know it doesn't lie
Talked
And we talked until it was morning
You said you were starting to like my house
We stopped talking
And you left
And you said goodbye
I don't think I ever saw you again
Got up
It was late in the evening
I put on my shoes
Took a walk
I was thinking about a dream I had
It must've been reality
I like to keep tracks in the snow
I like to keep my tracks in the snow
But they always shovel up snow
And the gardens are green again