❤️ Chapter 2 | Same Rain (Different Day) #music #ailig #ireland

Link to track - SAME RAIN (DIFFERENT DAY)
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Podcast - SAME RAIN (DIFFERENT DAY)
https://youtu.be/MAILRMr5DOA

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Lyrics:
SAME RAIN (DIFFERENT DAY)
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Same road.
Same rain.
Same ridiculous game.
You'd think
after London
we'd have learned.
Apparently not.

I found your footprints
by the ocean,
or at least
I think they're yours.
Could've been
a German tourist.
Could've been
a Labrador.
There's a castle
on the hillside,
half a roof
and twice the rain.
You were standing there
this morning.
I arrived
at half past eight.

If destiny's
behind this...
she's got
a wicked sense of time.

Same rain,
different day.
Same damn beautiful
mistake.
You leave
just before I get there.
I arrive
when you've gone away.
From Belfast streets
to the western sea,
Ireland keeps
misplacing you and me.
Same rain.
Different day.
Maybe tomorrow...
for God's sake.

You walked the forest
in the morning.
I found sunshine
there at three.
Which is frankly
quite suspicious...
sunshine?
Here?
Without me?
You drank something
in Belfast.
I sat there
later on.
Same window.
Same old table.
Same view.
Same you...
gone.

I've stopped calling it
coincidence.
Coincidence
has better plans.

Same rain,
different day.
Same damn beautiful
mistake.
You leave
just before I get there.
I arrive
when you've gone away.
From ruined walls
to the Irish Sea,
the whole bloody island's
mocking me.
Same rain.
Different day.
Maybe tomorrow...
so they say.

Maybe love
isn't lightning.
Maybe fate
doesn't shout.
Maybe two fools
just keep travelling
until the world
runs out.
And if somewhere
you're laughing
at this same
stupid sky...
stay there.
Just once.
I'll try.

No castles.
No cliffs.
No bloody scenic route.
Just...
wait.

Same rain,
different day.
Same two hearts
a mile away.
You turn left.
I turn right.
We miss again...
but that's alright.
Because somewhere
between London
and this cold Atlantic blue,
I stopped wondering
if I'll find love...
and started wondering
when I'll find you.

Same road.
Same rain.
Same ridiculous game.
See you tomorrow?
...
Probably not.