The Beatles & The Thunder

In the middle of a deep kiss they both hear the thunder

She halfway opens one eye and he does the same

It's plain to see this won't make things any easier

Particularly with the passion that comes with the rain

As if on cue an old Beatles tune is on the radio

She heaves a sigh and almost cries

What will we do?

Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble

It's a pretty song and he just hums along

Never having parlez vous'd much francais

He don't know what they say

But the words go nice together

Their bodies so much closer than their lives are

If timing were the measure of these things

He breaks the kiss and stares out of the windshield

As the first raindrops hit the hood and turn to steam

Later on when the streets are clear he takes her to her car

He thinks hard on what the right thing is to do

But he feels alive and young again in the fresh washed night

As the storm clouds slide away a new moon breaks through

Then there it is in his head again; that old Beatles song

It's fuzzy now but he remembers how

They played it at his senior prom

Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble

That old Beatles song, he just hums along

Never having parlez vous'd much francais

He don't know what they say

But the words go nice together

But the words go nice together