Under Your Umbrella

Under The Gentleman's Umbrella — What Almost Happened

From the Lady’s Perspective
Vocal: Kristy’s Digital Clone

Sophisticated late-night jazz, smoky vocals, intimate lounge atmosphere.

《Under Your Umbrella》

I came up from the station,
half past six, a silver rain.
Two streets to my dinner table,
my dress too soft for stains.

He was waiting with a candle,
I was waiting for the light.
Then you stepped out of the weather
with your umbrella open wide.

You said,
“Come under my umbrella,
it’s only two streets away.”
Deux rues sous la pluie, monsieur,
and I forgot what I should say.

No touch, no invitation,
just your shoulder close to mine.
But under your umbrella,
I lost a little time.

I watched the rain on your sleeve,
watched the city disappear.
Your voice was warm and careful,
dangerously sincere.

My phone kept lighting softly,
his name against the glass.
I told myself, keep walking,
this is only rain that passes.

You said,
“Come under my umbrella,
it’s only two streets away.”
Deux rues sous la pluie, monsieur,
and I forgot what I should say.

No touch, no invitation,
just your shadow over mine.
But under your umbrella,
I lost a little time.

At the corner, I should leave you.
At the corner, I should smile.
Mais votre parfum…
stayed with me for a while.

So I said the wrong thing softly,
before I could pretend:

“Your cologne is beautiful.
My ex wore the same scent.”

You only smiled and nodded,
like a gentleman would do.
I crossed into the candlelight,
still smelling rain and you.

Deux rues sous la pluie,
nothing happened, nothing changed.
But when he held my hand that night,
I thought of your umbrella again.