How We Love - Ingrid Michaelson

I knew a man who was afraid to love

To lay his heart on the bathroom rug

He drank his coffee in the same old mug

And sat in silence 'til the world fell numb

Until the day when a girl came by

She had eyes like the rising tide

He felt a sharpness deep inside

The kind of ache that can’t be satisfied

We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes

But how we love when it washes our cars

We love to love when it fills up the room

But when it leaves oh we’re cursing the stars

So he turned to the radio

And he went to a picture show

Tried to find someone else who knows

All the hurt that a heart can hold

She smelled like cinnamon and winter clove

And sparked like firewood inside a stove

Wanted to ask her just to sit and stay

Instead he watched as she walked away

We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes

But how we love when it washes our cars

We love to love when it fills up the room

But when it leaves oh we’re cursing the stars

We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes

But how we love when it washes our cars

We love to love when it fills up the room

But when it leaves oh we’re cursing the stars