It's Raining - Keeley Forsyth

My love, I think it’s raining

My love, I think it’s raining

I hear the tidal

Waving from afar

From an island

They call home

Slow to it all

Slow to live

To work and work it out

To realise I’m breathing

And it’s constant pretending

Should have been an umbrella

Or a bulletproof windscreen

Maybe something simple

Like a piece of gold

Never knowing its place

Never knowing its place

These thoughts are hard to get used to

Can’t I be a crow or a raven

Or even maybe

The space around its wings

Climbing and diving so clean

My love, I think it’s raining

My love, I think it’s raining

The sea is trying

And it’s pushing you away

Hold on, fold in and pray

Hold on, fold in and pray

My love, I think it’s raining

My love, I think it’s raining

The sea is trying

And it’s pushing you away

Hold on, fold in and pray

Hold on, fold in and pray