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Your Belly In My Arms (The Felice Brothers)

We'd watch the shapes 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 Your belly in my arms Tomorrow we'll be through these rains and gone Woke up with the driver cryin Birmingham Looked through the glass and found morning sky I said that cloud was shaped like a burning man You didn't have the heart to tell me why Your belly in my arms Tomorrow we'll be through them clouds and gone I put my hand inside your skirt Nasty, the thought that our baby's life would turn out This way You said you wasn't really sure But really you's too good to say it Your belly in my arms Tomorrow we'll be through them rains and gone Your belly in my arms Tomorrow we'll be through them games and gone