In the night
I learn to cry
"this life is crazy"

In the light
I hear a cry
"why won't someone save me?"

We found safety in each other's arms,
but this isn't a blizzard fulfilling wishes;
this is a tragic thunder-
living under the care of a sorrowful storm.

Each bolt of lightning
jolts the senses,
It's the thunderous roar
that mends us.

We are the grey in the sky,
pouring tears out of our eyes.
We are the grey in the sky,
made to live and die in a moment of rain.