text: It had something to do with the rain
  Leaching, loamy dirt
  And the way the back lane came alive
  Half moon whispered, Go
  For a while I heard you missing steps in the street
  And your anger pleading in an uncertain key
  Singing the sound that you found for me
  When the winter took the tips of my ears
  Found this noisy home
  Full of pigeons and places to hide
  And when the voices die
  I emerged to watch abandoned machines
  Waiting for their men to return
  I remember the way I would wait for you
  To arrive with kibble and a box full of beer
  How Id scratch the empties desperate to hear
  You make the sound that you found for me
  After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby
  Id let you brush my matted fur
  How Id knead into your chest while you were sleeping
  Shallow breathing made me purr
  But now I cant remember the sound that you found for me
  I cant remember the sound that you found for me
  I cant remember the sound