I knew a man who was afraid to love
to lay his heart on the bathroom rug
he drank his coffee in the same old mug

and sat in silence 'til the world fell numb
until the day when a girl came by
she had eyes like the rising tide

he felt a sharpness deep inside
the kind of ache that can't be satisfied


we hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
but how we love when it washes our cars
we love to love when it fills up the room

but when it leaves oh we're cursing the stars

so he turned to the radio

and he went to a picture show

tried to find someone else who knows

all the hurt that a heart can hold
she smelled like cinnamon and winter clove
and sparked like firewood inside a stove

wanted to ask her just to sit and stay
instead he watched as she walked away


we hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
but how we love when it washes our cars
we love to love when it fills up the room

but when it leaves oh we're cursing the stars

we hate the rain when it fills up our shoes

but how we love when it washes our cars
we love to love when it fills up the room
but when it leaves oh we're cursing the stars