How We Love

I know a man who was afraid to love

To lay his heart on the bathroom rug

He drank his coffee in the same old mug

He sat in silence till the world felt numb



Until the day when a girl came by

She had eyes like the rising tide

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 we're cursing the stars



So he turned to the radio

And he went to a picture show

He 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 fire would 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 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 we're cursing the stars