And it rains here   Everyday since I came,   and the linen covers rocks   And the green finds everything   Chimacum rain...      In the soar of leaves   And needle tufts and form,   in the grasses and the reeds,   and the spilling over stones   Chimacum rain...      I'm spacing out, I'm seeing silence between leaves,   I'm seeing down, I'm seeing silence that are his   He belongs here, can't have him   He belongs here, can't know him   He belongs here      It kinda gets inside you,   the silences I mean   They kinda wrap around you,   and loosen everything   Chimacum rain...