But not to late for a midnight picnic on the docks.
Perfect fishing weather?
It was raining like the middle of November . . .
But it’s the Rain that i so love against my skin,
oh, let it in.
I could care less for shivering, but you’re always there to lend your coat.
Nevertheless I’d say, the weather’s been sunny here up North
since you came.
I could climb a Mountain and be empty inside.
But i could climb a thousand you by my side.
We watched the sunset melt down to the Saphire Sea
and lights shot high into the air, illuminating faces everywhere
but my eyes locked into yours, we told ourselves
“This Night is ours.”
Broken Fords and late night waits, but i trust you to keep me sound and safe.
Who says Tea Parties are for youngsters not our age?
We can care what they think and still live Life in the pouring Rain
but when it pours and you’re not here it’s never the same...
They say it’s cold all year long
up here in Alaska.
But they couldn’t be more wrong;
it’s much warmer than last year.