(Chorus)
I blame the rain
and curse the cold
and fear the dead of night
...when all my dreams unfold
The lemon moon waned placid
In the liquid wintered sky
As pearls showered us from heaven
And served to veil the lie
Immersed up to our ankles
Cautioned every step
My heart so full of fire
Your eyes curiously wet
I pulled to hold you closer
Taking comfort in my grip
Your mouth more moist than tender
Salty, perspirated lips
We walked the darkest hours
Through the wet, lurid terrain
Baptized through our desires
Impeded by the rain
(Repeat chorus)
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