She stepped out into the pouring rain
And let the water fill her footprints.
She was down on her luck, digging a hole
Planting herself like a seed, singing

One day, this love will grow
Into something beautiful and strong.

She had a dream where the world went dark
And all the summer birds flew south.
They carried away the light of her [bad word] back in the springtime and brighten up my grey skies, singing

One day, this love will grow
Into something beautiful and strong.
Reaching out for the sun,
Catching the rain on the tongue.
One day, this love will grow.

If we're just meant to be thrown away
Like cigarettes and paper planes,
What's the point of being worried anyway?