I walk barefoot on the rooftop,
The first rains of the season quench
the yearnings of lost lovers again...
I smell you in every breath I take;
Your smile lingers long in my mind,
That last time I saw you..
I guess I carry a part of that air
with me wherever I go!
What more can a doomed world
look up to I guess?
Than being drenched by love...
Yours, Mine.. Ours and beyond...