But I set fire to the rain,
Watched it pour as I touched your face,
Let it burn while I cry,
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name ..
I was at work the other day when I accidentally wandered into the midst of one of those little moments in life.
I'd been running around serving drinks, organising various bits and bobs in the kitchen, carrying trays of canapés and socialising with our throngs of guests. It had gotten a little warm in our restaurant area where I'd been working and about halfway through the night I removed my work apron, because it was a little stifling and there was no longer a need for extra pocket space.
At the end of the night, we'd cleared out all our guests and I'd just cleaned and closed the upstairs bar. I got myself a drink and slumped into one of the big sofas by the window opposite and just happened to glance at my crotch.
And I had to ask.
Just how long has my zipper been down?
