in the rain. Not like my country

not like their desert. 

I think I like it, it's just so

foreign. 

I feel foreign, here, there,

I have everywhere. 

Everywhere is strange,

everywhere, I'm strange,

except for your arms. 

Take my home, my dear. 

I tire of blazing my own trails 

my own paths through the 

jungles of this life. They all

end up where you are. 

I don't feel like fighting 

to be there; where I've always 

belonged. We've always 

belonged together. Just hold 

me there with you. Please. 

The rain feels like truth 

with you by my side. The

storms look like your pacific

eyes. Stay, love, let me convince 

you to stay. Every word I speak 

is a song of redundancy, a hymn

to hold your celestial form

on my temporary earth. Please;

please. I know I'm far from your 

floating existence, your skies of

serenity. But they are where I plan 

to be, they're where I fell from,

my darling, please hold a spot for me 

in your heavenly heart. Every

dreary day, I journey towards it.