10/RAIN (INTERLUDE)

Cinnamon in my coffee
Toes curled up under my feet

They told us of romance and poetry

Cakes bake to the sound of thunder
Sparse rain we’re dancing under

This isn’t how the world will be

The joy in an evening so morose
Relax as I hold you close

They tell us to take, take, take

Prepare as I embrace it all
I’m having a ball

They tell us to give, give, give
(Pitter, patter, pitter, patter)
For this, is what I live