CHARLENE:
darling, why am I not surprised it rained today?
doesn’t it seem my broken heart just tends to ride the wind
but what will break the weight that’s held up by a string?

you don’t reminisce like me 'bout how it was
romanticizing these redundant thoughts
I’m never free
so I wait for your parade [bad word] rain down on me
 [bad word] around hoping to find
somebody like the boy that I left behind
who loved all of me
my fingernails and scatterbrain and crooked teeth

DARREN:
dreams don’t carry quite the weight they used to have
two kids looking through rosy colored glass
like fools in love
the summer [bad word] our senses, filled our eyes with stars

CHARLENE:
but now we say goodnight confined to separate sides
and you’ll [bad word] your current life to look behind
you never planned to love me for this long a time
 [bad word] around hoping to find
somebody like my one, though in time I’m sure
I’ll grow to know
another’s eyes, another’s laugh and skin and bones

but til then, I’ll keep on wanting you who I can’t have
cuz with the distance came this awful dam
and being in in love
with someone I can’t feel or hold or see or touch
 [bad word] around hoping to find 
somebody like my one, though in time I’m sure
I’ll grow to know
another’s eyes, another’s laugh and skin and bones