I know that someday you'll be sleeping, Darling
Likely dreaming off the pain.

I hope you'll hear me in the streetlight's humming
Softly breathing out your name.

I know that even with the seams stitched tightly,
Darling scars will remain.

I say we scrape them from each other, darling,
And let them wash off in the rain.

And when they run into the river, oh no,
Let the water not complain.

I swear that even with the distance,
Slowly wearing at your name,

Your hands still catch the light the right way and
Our hearts still beat the same.

~

La Dispute
Nobody, Not Even The Rain