there's a memory keeping me warm this night.
a memory of a cup of coffee, a kiss and a song.
here - it's in my head now, like a song i only half know - i can see it: a windy night and a lazy moon, warm coffee and a stolen glance, half a song and a lingering kiss. i can hear you sing to me if i strain to listen, but i forget what song it was.
i could have stayed there, being warm with you, wondering if it was really was raining all over the world.