Twilight’s tears pelt against the panes of my eyes.

For you I weep on this eve my love,
listening to the sound of London rain.

The pouring,
streaming sleet outside,
dances in concert with my own rivers of sorrow.

It was said when somebody knows you,
there is no comfort like that,
well you know me best,
and losing you is no comfort at all.

Then it was said when somebody needs you,
there is no drug like that,
well I need you now,
need you to take away my pain.

The night’s gale sings as she hears our tale,
the tale that has made us both cry,
the tale of our lives.

Yes this evenfall shall be the darkest of all,
yet in that lonely solitude the rain’s rhythm intones what my soul feels…

Nothing heals me like you do.