What Do You Know About Love?

It's raining on Sunshine Street,
From my heart to my feet.
The sun doesn't shine and
The moon isn't pretty.
So you turn to me and say
"Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?"

The cold empty sidewalks and
The pale reflections of the glass
Mirror the melancholy
Into my dark eyes.
You stood there, damp and glazed
With your clothing second skin,
And to no one at all you say
"God save those born to die."
Then you turned and we looked
And yet again I fell into those eyes.

So you turned away and walked,
Walked forever away.
And the rain falls gently down...