I'll keep telling the lies
As long as you keep believing.
We'll dance under that umbrella
(Half in and half out)
Gathering water, until we can't
Find our bodies anymore, until
We have to dig to find where our clothes end
And our bodies begin.
It's a performance but it's not sexy,
Like a kiss in the rain,
And we won't find the truth
In a heart-wrenching montage-
(Is there a truth? Which one of us is right?)
It's just an age-old ritual to keep us from
Drowning in the devastating delight
Of Spring rain on bare skin.