it feels like the rain, falling across you on a cold evening. the soft bitterness of the icy little drop falling on your face. the perfect feeling, like the melodies of the past listening to the record, memories flying far people you'd die to see today, causally striding across, sharing a laugh or two, in your presence. as tears fly past your eyes, you'd chuckle a small laugh and mumble to yourself ooh, the joy it gives, the melodies of the past like the melancholy piano accompaniment with the pain as the soloist, love is so deep, it causes the worst and happiness moments of life the smile on your face, that's all I want to see. melodies of the past, oh what I would miss for one last look at you it feels like the rain, falling across you on a cold evening. the soft bitterness of the icy little drop falling on your face. the perfect feeling, like the melodies of the past listening to the record, memories flying far melodies of the past.
