You must have sent Sent the wind to touch me 'Cause air isn't supposed to feel like this Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin And the rain is warm And the clouds are low And the water that falls Keeps on touching my lips And when I say I miss you I mean that I felt you in All of the unconscious things That I did like braiding my hair Or watching the moon Like falling asleep Without any blankets