We're just stories who don't know it yet. For readers who want to feel rain without getting wet Our stories often end poorly... Fingers letting go of dreams missed so nearly... Closed eyes seeing photos of loves lost and never found... Moving on from a moment, thats never quite comin round Pages fly past faster and faster quatrains of sorrow, couplets of laughter you'll never see the cover page of your own story book Sometimes we can feel the moment hear the quillls faint scratching as a chapter begins sometimes we're just looking away and it's another lonely day Pages fly past faster and faster quatrains of sorrow, couplets of laughter you'll never see the cover page of your own story book What kind of story do you live Do you take, more than you give Are you the hero who rides out at the dawn When you fall, who will they mourn, Is your story an epic of love, or a soliloquy of solitude Is there humour to lighten the mood A tale of discovery, or of caution and woe With an epilogue, that you'll never know Pages fly past faster and faster quatrains of sorrow, couplets of laughter you'll never see the cover page of your own story book But these pages are all that you get You'll never feel the rain without getting wet These quatrains and couplets are you A whole life to live through Pages fly past faster and faster quatrains of sorrow, couplets of laughter you'll never see the cover page of your own story book You'll never feel the rain, never feel the rain, never feel... You'll never feel the rain on your face... without getting wet
