Under the clouds.
People walking and talking too loud.
Lost and confused, not fitting with the crowd.
Under your umbrella.
We talk and walk with sweet nostalgia.
You had said, that you would call on the tele.
I wanted tell to you I fell, ah.
But look where we are now, no longer that street.
No longer young and sweet.
No, your under the ground, and here I am, holding a black umbrella.
You can't come back, this is no novella.
It's time I move on from under your umbrella, so I'll leave it here, to block the rain.
Just like when we were younger, but this time I'll block the rain for you so I can leave this all behind; my love for you and the pain.
Under the clouds.
Your laugh was always so loud.
It felt at home and safe, no matter how big the crowds.
Under my umbrella.
We part ways.