[INTRO — intricate nylon guitar and deep melodic bass; instrumental only] [VERSE 1 — warm, resonant male lower register; fluid, syncopated sung melody] The record ended ages ago We let the needle spin I reached behind you for my coat You hung it up again You caught my wrist before I turned And let your fingers stay I looked at you a little longer You didn't look away [PRE-CHORUS — intimate, fluid melody; gentle rise into the chorus] I said it might rain later You smiled like that was news We stood so close I couldn't tell Which one of us had moved [CHORUS — gorgeous melodic lift, pure high-register notes] It never rained Not a drop on your street You left a little room beside you Like it had always been mine It never rained You never said stay We kept finding things to talk about Till the sun got in the way [POST-CHORUS — cascading wordless vocal ornaments over bass and hand percussion] [VERSE 2 — sensual, fluid melodic phrasing; intimate lower register] You could've kissed me sooner I liked that you didn't I lost my place mid-sentence You let me keep pretending Your smile gave you away Mine wasn't any better Nothing happened for a moment That's the part I can't forget [CHORUS — warmer harmonies, increasingly agile melodic turns] It never rained Not a drop on your street You left a little room beside you Like it had always been mine It never rained You never said stay We kept finding things to talk about Till the sun got in the way [BRIDGE — instrumentation thins; vulnerable, beautifully sustained melody] I don't need another reason I don't have to make one up We don't have to call it forever Let the morning find me where you want me [VOCAL EVENT — breathtaking melismatic ascent into pure countertenor; percussion disappears, then returns with deep bass and syncopated hand drums] [FINAL CHORUS — soaring upper register, intimate yet euphoric] It never rained Not a drop on your street You left a little room beside you Like it had always been mine It never rained You never said stay We kept finding things to talk about Till the sun got in the way [OUTRO — instruments gradually disappear; almost completely exposed, delicate male vocal] Let the morning find me Where you want me [END]
