She loves him |
| But she doesn't want him |
| She used to burn for him |
| But now that's changed |
| She knows he knows |
| And she says it isn't so |
| What else can she say? |
| But when he reaches out |
| She turns away. |
When he talks about it |
| She says he's cruel |
| So he apologises |
| Counts his blessings |
| What else can he do? |
| She used to gaze at him reach out with her toes to touch him |
| She still loves him |
| But she doesn't want him |
And in her eyes, he's so much less |
| Than the light heart she met |
| The laughing boy she used to know |
He feels ugly now, and the ugliness, creeps around inside him |
| Until he really is. |
| The animal paws at him, gnaws at him |
| The silver-back wins over him |
And in his pain, and bitter shame, he resents her. |
| The one who loves him |
They said they'd never lie |
| They'd learned their lessons from the last times |
| They said that they could talk |
| They could always talk |
| Deceit stirs in them now for reasons good as well as bad |
But he wants so much |
| Not to live another lie |
| To be free and high again |
| Trying to see the blue sky above the rain |
| Trying to see the blue sky above the rain |
| Remembering the blue sky above the pouring rain |
| He's trying to see the blue sky above the rain |
He's flown there and he's seen it, been up there lighter than air, floating in the miracle |
| But he can't fly until she wants him |
| He can't burn until she sparks him |
| He's dressed in lead from toe to head |
| Trying to see the blue sky above the rain |
| Remembering the blue sky above the rain |
| Maybe they'll talk |
| Soul to soul head to head heart to heart eye to eye |
| Rise up to that blue space above the clouds |
| Where troubles die |
| And tears dry |
| Heading West and climbing |
| In that place the sun never stops shining |
| The rain's below us. |