Softly And Slowly

We sat on this bench, 
  Both of us drenched 
  Under a mad cloud that was minutes ago 
  A summer sky 
  When did this storm arrive 
  The waves creeped with the tide 

  But I like to be wet, 
  But I like to be wet 

  I know you don't 
  I know I begged you to come to the shore with me 
  You don't like to be exposed 
  But I made you take off your cloths 

  Hair so black, skin so pale 
  'Cause you never leave your room 
  Sit and strum your gloom 
  With your shades drawn 
  Your lights are low 
  Just outside the window 
  See the rain, 
  Trickling down 

  We sat on this bench 
  Both of us drenched 
  I think you like it now not just minutes ago 
  A song came to mind 
  You shut your eyes 
  Started scribbling down some lines 

  Where did this day go 
  We could have been swept away 
  With the tide