Comedy

I can laugh about it now, but couldn't then you made me ache, so I went for a run in the driving rain through your neighbourhood streets and then there you were, a shilouette in the wet night air. Me in my pumps in the pouring rain in a kind of despa

Oh the awful title belies the quality Of this unusual comedy It's the same for you and me And the days and nights you remembered me The walls I never seen Come to me It's an awful tragedy Fifty million reasons Loving in the seasons Fifty million love