He catches raindrops from his window
It reminds him of how we fall
From the stars back to our cities
Where we’ve never felt so small
Raindrops from his window
Making puddles in his hands
He sees how quick the water’s rising
As another raindrop lands
I’m rapidly developing a fierce love for the White Lies. In fact, I think I’m going to pick up their album tonight on the station. These guys deserve to have their album bought. They’re a bit glum, but I love their imagery. Oh, and their music. That too 