Watching Veronica Watch the Rain

She’s sitting naked on your bed,
watching clouds up overhead.
The day is dark, the night has fled,
but the spark in your heart remains.

She’s talking now, but not to you,
to the ghost of something she’s been through.
You’ve never seen a more beautiful view
than her reflection in the pane,

as you watch Veronica watch the rain
watching Veronica watch the rain.

The Brooklyn sky looks like a bruise.
She points at streets that stand accused.
She’s calling out abusers and abused
but she still can’t recall your name.

Then suddenly her eyes seem like yours, somehow.
Look at your hands: your hands are hers now.
She’s in your head. She’s screaming: Get out!
and you start to feel insane,

as you watch Veronica watch the rain
watching Veronica watch the rain

Years have passed. You’re a better judge.
You’ve learned there’s a love you must not touch.
It wants to hurt you very much,
like a needle to a vein.

You look for warmth now more and more
and you’ve found friends worth fighting for
but you know you’ve left a crack in the door
that leads to a room in your brain,

where you still watch Veronica watch the rain,
watching Veronica watch the rain,
watching Veronica watch the rain

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield/Tam Lin Music Publishing (BMI, 2015)

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