❤️ Chapter 2 | Same Rain (Different Day) #music #ailig #ireland

Link to track - SAME RAIN (DIFFERENT DAY) https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=G_ipd0xWtjw&si=DdCAkdAicfcsuo96 Podcast - SAME RAIN (DIFFERENT DAY) https://youtu.be/MAILRMr5DOA LOOKIN FOR CHAPTER 1 OF THE STORY?Here it is: https://youtu.be/52TNUKZHTBI Check Out the YouTube Artist Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@AI-lig Music available on all music streaming services Lyrics: SAME RAIN (DIFFERENT DAY) -------------------------------------------------------------- Same road. Same rain. Same ridiculous game. You'd think after London we'd have learned. Apparently not. I found your footprints by the ocean, or at least I think they're yours. Could've been a German tourist. Could've been a Labrador. There's a castle on the hillside, half a roof and twice the rain. You were standing there this morning. I arrived at half past eight. If destiny's behind this... she's got a wicked sense of time. Same rain, different day. Same damn beautiful mistake. You leave just before I get there. I arrive when you've gone away. From Belfast streets to the western sea, Ireland keeps misplacing you and me. Same rain. Different day. Maybe tomorrow... for God's sake. You walked the forest in the morning. I found sunshine there at three. Which is frankly quite suspicious... sunshine? Here? Without me? You drank something in Belfast. I sat there later on. Same window. Same old table. Same view. Same you... gone. I've stopped calling it coincidence. Coincidence has better plans. Same rain, different day. Same damn beautiful mistake. You leave just before I get there. I arrive when you've gone away. From ruined walls to the Irish Sea, the whole bloody island's mocking me. Same rain. Different day. Maybe tomorrow... so they say. Maybe love isn't lightning. Maybe fate doesn't shout. Maybe two fools just keep travelling until the world runs out. And if somewhere you're laughing at this same stupid sky... stay there. Just once. I'll try. No castles. No cliffs. No bloody scenic route. Just... wait. Same rain, different day. Same two hearts a mile away. You turn left. I turn right. We miss again... but that's alright. Because somewhere between London and this cold Atlantic blue, I stopped wondering if I'll find love... and started wondering when I'll find you. Same road. Same rain. Same ridiculous game. See you tomorrow? ... Probably not.