We knew that they did fly
Ever so often by
But it was too late to realize
That to them we were not but flies

Sitting in the harbor
Or sleeping by the barber
It was never guessed
That we were such second rate guests

It’s always raining here
But it’s never been like this
Knocking on our doors
Such an ugly liquid kiss

There is a sleeping thing
Upon this summer city dream
Stirring quietly within
Who knew it was all so like a human

It’s always raining here
But it’s never happened like this
Keeping us indoors
Such an other earthly kiss