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
Till 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