Our love is like fire.
His kisses are like rain.
You cling to me so hot,
And he washes me away.
I crave your heat when my fingers get too cold.
He's like a breath of fresh air, the smell of wet pavement.
You squeeze the life out of me,
And you push me towards death.
And often I crave it.
But I know I have to stay...
And stand in the rain.
