Of Cops and Lovers

There we were again
the rain pouring hard
proving that you couldn't always get what you wanted
i held her hand and helped her through it
i wasn't sure if it was for her or me
i needed the touch
i needed the assurance

The sound of constant water hurt the ear
probably more than insults being thrown at me

how had this come to pass
a year ago we were happy
a year ago we were rich
a year ago it didn't matter
but good fortune's a whore of another kind
she pays her clients for a good time
we just stood there in the rain
quiet now

her make up slowly washing away all the lies
while she tried to tip the corners of her mouth towards the sky
she had said all that she needed to
and i had tried to listen
and learn

standing under than fire of droplets
i realised how much she had put up with
and instantly grew fonder
every memory of our lives together
filled my thoughts with colour

yellow for the joys of living under the sun
red for the pain of building a house
green for the temptations of a better life
blue for the betrayal of fate
pink for the importance of chance
red again for love

it came rushing back at once
i pulled her close
a little too violently
i didn't want the feeling to pass
she understood in a second
she always did
and then we both leaned in.

The sound of the constant water pleased the ear
but not more than the healing of our hearts.