First Rain

WRITTEN BY CHRISTOPH BOUET

The world that I needed
A sleight of hand
We have to leave it
Please take my hand

We left the scene
In your black limousine
The land is wide open
All shades of green
I can feel what is coming
On the long winding road
And we just keep on running
When the first rain falls

Your name on the beach
The waves grow high
The ocean is deep
as deep as the sky

We left the scene
In a black limousine
The land is wide open
All shades of green
I can feel what is coming
On the long winding road
And we just keep on running
And the first rain falls