It was a cold California
Even in the summer
She was wrapped in a blanket by the pool
There were rapid statements about life commitments
A sense of heat
That I couldn't bare to touch, I couldn't bare it

It's not your fault so please stop your crying now

There was a staring in seclusion
A fine tuned way of motion
A face wrapped for a suitor
The sound of hearts pumping at the same beat
Coming round the corner
In almost all directions
A sense of heat that I couldn't bare to touch
No, I couldn't bare it

Now you wait for something to cure this
Well I'm here under your down pour