Gray slate roofs in a heavy blur
Cold wind makes the wet curtains stir
One white page on a rusted rail
The blue ink starts to bleed and fail
Wash away the lines we drew
Turning gold back into blue
Let the water take the stain
Everything is ink in the rain
Iron keys and a heavy door
I can't feel my feet on the floor
Wet paper curls in a tight ring
Hear the city's metal bell ring
Wash away the lines we drew
Turning gold back into blue
Let the water take the stain
Everything is ink in the rain
Copper lamps on a narrow street
Where the stone and the river meet
Read the words while the colors run
Waiting for a pale winter sun
Wash away the lines we drew
Turning gold back into blue
Let the water take the stain
Everything is ink in the rain
Tear the page and throw it far
Underneath a single cold star
Watch it float down the gutter stream
Waking up from a heavy dream
Breathe the scent of the damp concrete
Walking fast on a lonely beat
No more letters to write or send
This is where the long stories end
Wash away the lines we drew
Turning gold back into blue
Let the water take the stain
Everything is ink in the rain
Just ink in the rain
Ink in the rain
Let it wash away