Raindrops in France

All this time, and I thought we were the same
The smell that splashes on the concrete in the rain
We all need something to relate to on a day like today

It’s not my job to fix things when they go
What you harvest is only what you sow
Barcelona’s a long, long way to go by night

We run when the thunder closes in
But you’re not much good for conversation
We’re dry but getting hit by lightning inside

I’m sorry, I’ve got nothing much to say
On this postcard of a ruin (torn down and) built again
It looks alright, but inside it doesn’t feel the same

We run when the thunder closes in
But you’re not much good for conversation
We’re dry, but getting hit by lightning, inside

So I guess I just wanted you to know
I didn’t want to leave you on your own
But I’m okay. I’ll see you when we’re home.