Memories of another rain,
Like the lightning that flashes.
Storm clouds and a warmth beside.
A warmth beside, drenched in the rain
Now holds me, now brushes my hair
The wind rustles the leaves on a tree.
Lightnings flash, faces pass
The city trains move for ever on.
A new city, tonight, a new people
But the rain remains, and the faces
The city train moves for ever on
And beside me vagrant drops,
Stormy clouds and washed out eyes.