Cliché

Driving in the rain
 Tortured by the radio
 The wipers keep the time
 While these songs and I try to find out why
 When you're in love it's ok to say what you say
 Even if you sound like an old cliché
 Oh can't you see just how much you mean to me
 And when my words have lost their way
 The language of love has something say
 Your heart is pure, your eyes are true
 I love you
 Walking in the rain
 I rehearse all the way to your place
 And as I reach your door and not before
 All my words I misplace
 It seems they come and they go
 So meet me half way
 Even when I sound like and old cliché
 Oh can't you see just how much you mean to me
 And when my words have lost their way
 The language of love has something say
 Your heart is pure, your eyes are true
 I love you
 The radio
 Your heart is pure, your eyes are true
 I love you