She spoke to me in a soft voice, offering words and images of extreme beauty, warm hands gripped my heart, blood covered lips they whispered, and assured me that all we have left is just you and I.
(this song done with acoustic guitar and piano)
..quote from Basketball Diaries.." You're growing up, the rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the earth, that's good that there's rain, it clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies, so we can dance.."