Somewhere past the rain clouds Past the noise and war There’s a basin on a terrace Filling up once more Little soldiers forming Standing for a breath A girl beside the window Watching life and death And the rain keeps falling And the soldiers rise For a fraction of a second There’s a world inside their eyes Somewhere past the scroll’s end Past the fading thread There’s a voice inside a library Reading what she said He was made of shelves and silence She was made of rain And the story that they wrote together Wrote itself again And the rain keeps falling And the soldiers rise For a fraction of a second There’s a world inside their eyes Abuelita rocking slowly Dishes in the sink Penco viejo falling gently Closer to the brink But the milk is always ready And the love is always there And the little girl remembers What was whispered in the air Tómate tu lechita Everything will pass But the rain keeps coming back, mi niña Nothing’s built to last Except the way you watched me Except the way you stayed Except the love that crossed the distance That the world said couldn’t be made And the rain keeps falling And the soldiers rise For a fraction of a second There’s a world inside their eyes Somewhere past the ending Past the final page The water finds the basin On a different stage And maybe we’re not us then And maybe we won’t know But the pattern keeps insisting And the rain still falls like so Gentle, gentle, gentle On the terrace where we stood Two soldiers made of water Who dissolved but understood That the falling was the living That the rising was the song And the girl beside the window Knew it all along
