How We Love

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 And we love to love when it fills up the room But when it leaves oh we're cursing the stars (Ooh) 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 Ooh ooh Ooh Ooh ooh Ooh 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, we're cursing the stars --- How We Love - Ingrid Michaelson