I think, I will always be jealous of raindrops because they can touch in a way i can’t.
Of the wind, because they can play with your locks instead of my hand,
Of the sunrays, because it is wrapped around you in my place.
I think, I will always be jealous of raindrops because they can touch in a way i can’t.
Of the wind, because they can play with your locks instead of my hand,
Of the sunrays, because it is wrapped around you in my place.