The skies are grey,
It always seems to be this way when you're away
I don't think I'm being dramatic
Wouldn't you agree that it always rains when either of us goes away?
Maybe it's just me but I think even the skies agree
that we shouldn't ever have to go separate ways.
Why does it go that now we know
that together's what we should be...
The being apart is extra hard
like two pieces of the same broken heart
Full of love, full of each other
just separated from its' better half.
