How We Love
I know a man who was afraid to love
To lay his heart on the bathroom rug
Drank his coffee in the same old mug
He sat in silence 'till the world felt numb
Until the day when a girl came by
She had eyes like the rising tide
Filled the sharpness deep inside
The kind of thing that can't be satisfied
We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
But how we love when it washes our cars
We love to love when it fills up the room
But when it leaves we're cursing the stars
So he turned to the radio
And he went to a picture show
He tried to find someone else who knows
All the hurt that a heart can hold
She smelled like cinnamon and winter clove
And sparked like fire would inside a stove
He went to ask her just to sit and stay
Instead he watched as she walked away
We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
But how we love when it washes our cars
We love to love when it fills up the room
But when it leaves we're cursing the stars
We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
But how we love when it washes our cars
We love to love when it fills up the room
But when it leaves we're cursing the stars
To lay his heart on the bathroom rug
Drank his coffee in the same old mug
He sat in silence 'till the world felt numb
Until the day when a girl came by
She had eyes like the rising tide
Filled the sharpness deep inside
The kind of thing that can't be satisfied
We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
But how we love when it washes our cars
We love to love when it fills up the room
But when it leaves we're cursing the stars
So he turned to the radio
And he went to a picture show
He tried to find someone else who knows
All the hurt that a heart can hold
She smelled like cinnamon and winter clove
And sparked like fire would inside a stove
He went to ask her just to sit and stay
Instead he watched as she walked away
We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
But how we love when it washes our cars
We love to love when it fills up the room
But when it leaves we're cursing the stars
We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
But how we love when it washes our cars
We love to love when it fills up the room
But when it leaves we're cursing the stars
Credits
Writer(s): Ingrid Michaelson
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Backyard - Single
- It Never Ends - Single
- What a Wonderful World - Single
- The Notebook (Original Broadway Cast Recording)
- This Christmas - Single
- If This Is Love
- Wonder of Slumberkins (Theme Song from the Apple Original Series "Slumberkins")
- Ingrid Michaelson's Songs for the Season Deluxe Edition
- Merry Christmas, Happy New Year
- Women To The Front: Ingrid Michaelson
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