Rainstorm lyrics

slipping in and out of your hands I'm not the first to fumble desire half alive being coaxed along the water's still your lips are blue puddles after a thunderstorm the moment has gone forever every day I lose you and win you back every day you scrape the scabs from our wounds loyalty you'll abandon to rediscover imprints on a bus window travelling across country mist hangs in the air like a hundred miles behind half heartedly we let go