You and me on a little rainy street At four in the morning Beneath a sailor's warning You danced just like Gene Kelly And I finally felt ready To tell you that I loved you there and then Til it rained again Rosy eyes kept me hopeful, left you wise A gambler in the making All I had was yours for taking What you took, I did not care Have my robes and cut my hair How I wondered what your smile looked like up close Now it's all I know And it hurts To wonder if we could have made this work Yes it hurts To realise the lessons that I've learned You and I on a park bench in July We couldn't stand the silence So we filled it with defiance You talked in absolutes The space between us grew Still, I only knew myself in terms of you And it hurts To know that we're more trouble than it's worth Yes it hurts To revisit all the bridges that we burned All this reigniting old wounds that never really healed Peeling back the laughter to find what it concealed I've heard it said that heartaches are reminders we're still real You and me on a little rainy street At four in the morning