Sammy Copley Gene Kelly
You and me on a little rainy street
At four in the morning beneath the sailor's warning
You danced just like Gene Kelly
And I finally felt ready
To tell you that I love you, there and then
'Til it rained again
Rosy eyes, kept me hopeful, left you wide
A gambler in the making, all had was yours for taking
What you took, I did not care
Have my rose and cut my hair
How I wondered what your smile looked like up close
Now it's all I know
And it hurts
To wonder if we could have made this work
Yes it hurts
To realise the lessons that I've learned
You and I on a park bench in July
We couldn't stand the silence so we filled it with defiance
You talked in absolutes
The space between us grew
Still I only knew myself in terms of you
And it hurts
To know we're more trouble than it's worth
Yes it hurts
To revisit all the bridges that we burned
All this reigniting old wounds that never really healed
Peeling back the laughter to find what it concealed
I heard it said that heartaches are reminders we're still real
You and me on a little rainy street
At four in the morning
