Better when it rains

Snow, white street, blue light, black sky
You look pale your eyes are big
My heart is breaking
It's impossible to stay
I'm leaving to marocko
I'll fly with the birds
I can tell that you're not sleeping
Your heart beats out of pace
My left hand in your right hand
My right hand in your hair
You do me good, i need help, no machines
I'll have to wait just to see if there's room for me
It's in your eyes
And i can see it in your smile
Your fruit is colorful and bright
Mine is overgrown
And if i'm laughing
It doesn't mean that i'm ok
And if i'm crying
I can't tell you i'm ok
I like it better when it rains
A perfect hiding place for tears
The sun painting my eyes red