"Autumn's rain."

I'll hang your clothes out on the line
And take you close until they dry
The kettle's on, the only sound
With muffled speech from the TV screen
There's a way that you move
When you push away, you sink into me
And there you stay, with eyes half-closed
Drift into sleep and the wind blows
Across your cheeks, redden your nose
Beneath the hill and by the shore
Our kites get caught up in the storm
And here you see my breath release
The way it mixes with the cold
While you are warm, so close to me
My lips are pursed against your cheek
And then you stir, and now you wake
The kettle sings from a dim room
And I won't move before you do
So we stay here...