Santiago Rain

How can we be here this morning
You so young and me so old
Waking in your arms believing
my last story’s told
Who am I to doubt your reason
Who am I to walk away
From a heart out of season
that chose my heart today
All I see now is your beauty
A beauty close to pain
That washes over me now
like the Santiago rain
like the Santiago rain
Now you stand by the window
I am jealous of the light
touching you in a new way
undiscovered by the night
All I see now is your beauty
A beauty close to pain
That washes over me now
like the Santiago rain
like the Santiago rain
How can we be here this morning
You so young and me so old
Waking in your arms believing
my last story’s told
All I see now is your beauty
A beauty close to pain
That washes over me now
like the Santiago rain
like the Santiago rain