i hold my hand to the windowpane
beckoned by something in the rain
when it comes to love i am such a fool
but doesn\'t this feel cool
i can see your face beyond the storm
to the glass i\'m sure my hand feels warm
when it comes to love i have no hope
but you could show me the ropes
i want you and your impossible love
be the moonlit dream i\'ve been dreaming of
i can\'t let this die buried in the sand
your soft lips pressed against mine
like the windowpane to my hand