You are the rain falling from the sky,
Serenading yourself off the shingled roof.
Though I have shelter, walls and a ceiling,
You trickle your way through the cracks.

An empty room gathers dust;
Snow collects in corners of windows;
And my resistance to you
Suffers from your irresistibility.

Leave it to Satan
to fill your thoughts with lies,
or leave it to God to tell you the truth
and he will never say goodbye.

Leave it to Satan
to say your not enough,
or leave it to God to say
to never give up.

Leave it to Satan
to tell you that your emotions
will cause you to die
and believes that it's alright.
Or...

Leave it to God
because he hears your cries
when you couldn't sleep at night.
He's a hero and a good friend,
therefore his love will never end.