1. Strophe
We`d watch the shapes the the rain would make
falling down the window of our bus.
I said they reminded me of paper ponies blowing free.
You said they reminded you of us.
Ref.
Your belly in my arms. Tomorrow we`ll be through these reins an gone.
2. Strophe
Woke up with the driver crying Birmingham.
Looked trough the glass and found the morning sky.
I said that cloud`s shaped like a burning man,
you didn`t have the heart to tell me why.
Ref.
Your belly in my arms. Tomorrow we`ll be through these clouds an gone.
3. Strophe
I put my hand inside your skirt
and asked if you thought that our baby`s life would turn out this way.
You said you wasn`t really sure.
But really you was too good to say it.
Ref.
Your belly in my arms. Tomorrow we`ll be through these gates an gone.
End