Driving in the rain Tortured by the radio The wipers keep the time While these songs and I try to find out why When you're in love it's ok to say what you say Even if you sound like an old cliché
Oh can't you see just how much you mean to me And when my words have lost their way The language of love has something say Your heart is pure, your eyes are true I love you
Walking in the rain I rehearse all the way to your place And as I reach your door and not before All my words I misplace It seems they come and they go So meet me half way Even when I sound like and old cliché
Oh can't you see just how much you mean to me And when my words have lost their way The language of love has something say Your heart is pure, your eyes are true I love you
The radio Your heart is pure, your eyes are true I love you