Birgit Lyrics - Singles - Peter Mulvey

The rain refuses, 

a few drops and then it stops, 

a few drops and then it stops 

The city holds its breath 

You come home from work 

And I can tell around the corners of our talk 

That this waiting on the rain reminds us of waiting for her 

You and me hand in hand 

Into the mist into the cool cool water 

You come back from out east, 

from out there the cool air 

from out there the cool air 

You tell us you've found us a home 

And we who have made a creed of anxiety 

Spin and panic and jump the gun 

For she is around every corner now we can taste her, we can 

You and me talking to the dog 

In the black black black forest 

I'm already gone 

most of me is gone to the sea 

most of me has gone to the sea 

I can't finish my sentences 

And if she doesn't appear soon 

I am going to summon her if only to assuage this aching longing for... 

You and me hand in hand 

from the top of the Eiffel Tower