Nobody, Not Even The Rain | La Dispute
“I know that someday you’ll be sleeping,
Darling, likely dreaming off the pain.
I hope you’ll hear me in the streetlight’s humming,
softly breathing out your name.
I know that even with the seams stitched tightly,
darling scars will remain.
I say we scrape them from each other,
darling, and let them wash off in the rain.
And when they run into the river,
oh no, let the water not complain.
I swear that even with the distance,
slowly wearing at your name,
Your hands still catch the light the right way and
Our hearts still beat the same.”