Sometimes it takes a storm to really know the light   The scent of rain, the weight of clouds pulling down the sky   Sometimes it takes a storm to know how you feel   To understand indigo and the varnished sun lighting up the fields      It takes the rain between the lines to know what sorrow finds   The way a cloud divides sometimes, the clearing and the blue, I love you   I was just passing through and taken by surprise   Between the black sky and the blue   Between the black sky and the blue, I love you, I love you