1. Strophe We`d watch the shapes the the rain would make falling down the window of our bus. I said they reminded me of paper ponies blowing free. You said they reminded you of us. Ref. Your belly in my arms. Tomorrow we`ll be through these reins an gone. 2. Strophe Woke up with the driver crying Birmingham. Looked trough the glass and found the morning sky. I said that cloud`s shaped like a burning man, you didn`t have the heart to tell me why. Ref. Your belly in my arms. Tomorrow we`ll be through these clouds an gone. 3. Strophe I put my hand inside your skirt and asked if you thought that our baby`s life would turn out this way. You said you wasn`t really sure. But really you was too good to say it. Ref. Your belly in my arms. Tomorrow we`ll be through these gates an gone. End