I knew a man who was afraid to love
To lay his heart on the bathroom rug
He drank his coffee in the same old mug
And sat in silence till the world felt numb
Until the day when a girl came by
She had eyes like the rising tide
Felt the sharpness deep inside
The kind of ache that can't be satisfied We hate the rain
when it fills
up our shoes
But how we love when it washes our cars And we love to love
when it fills
up the room
But when it leaves,
oh,
cursing the stars So he turned to the radio
And he went to a picture show
Tried to find someone else who knows
All the hurt that a heart can hold
She smelled like cinnamon in winter clothes
And sparked like firewood inside a stove
Wanted to ask her just to sit and stay
Instead he watched as she walked away
We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
But how we love when it washes our cars
And we love to love
when it fills
up the room But when it leaves,
oh,
cursing the stars
We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
But how we love when it washes our cars
And we love to love
when it fills up the room But when it leaves,
oh, cursing the stars