The rain or just the fit
But my hand slipped into yours
And my spinning face was searching
Into your shoulder
You kissed my wet hair
I kissed your dry collar
My chest shook in thunder
The lightning above your hair
The rain or just the fit
My body left a dry spot on yours
And my spinning face was searching
Into your eyes
You kissed my hand in yours
I kissed your shaking chin
My fingers shook in a chill
The fog cradled your face
The rain or just the fit
But my dry spot was soaked
And my spinning face was searching
Into your departure
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