In this endless July night, I am ready to wait for the rain.

I am ready to wait at your doorstep, I am ready to let go of the pain.

I painted a dream but the colours faded away.

I meant to always love you but I have been pushed away.

Which door should I leave open; which door should I close?

I am no longer your sunshine, I am just a bleeding rose.

It makes me want to love you that you brought me back my name.

You brought me back my emptiness, you brought me back my shame.

I redraw my heartbeats on a blank faded paper.

My hands are no longer empty; my tears any sweeter.

My craving for your embrace ceases to go.

In our moments of togetherness, I am no less alone.

Must we always try and hold ourselves back?

Must we have different meanings; must we tread different paths?

For years on end now, I have watched your silence grow.

The pages have been left empty; there is a whisper no more.

Stupid it may seem, but we have missed our train.

It will no longer soak us love; it will no longer rain.

In this endless July night, I am ready to wait for the rain.

I am no longer ready to wait at your doorstep, I am no longer ready to let go of the pain.