Peter Mulvey - Birgit lyrics

The rain refuses, a few drops and then it stops, a few drops and then it stops The city holds its breath You come home from work And I can tell around the corners of our talk That this waiting on the rain reminds us of waiting for her You and me hand in hand Into the mist into the cool cool water You come back from out east, from out there the cool air from out there the cool air You tell us you've found us a home And we who have made a creed of anxiety Spin and panic and jump the gun For she is around every corner now we can taste her, we can You and me talking to the dog In the black black black forest I'm already gone most of me is gone to the sea most of me has gone to the sea I can't finish my sentences And if she doesn't appear soon I am going to summon her if only to a**uage this aching longing for... You and me hand in hand from the top of the Eiffel Tower