It's been raining,
But that's okay cause I'm following close behind,
The flood goes up to my knees,
It only goes up to your toes though,
How and why are you able to walk like that?
After years of flooding I guess I've learned,
That giving up is easier then taking the lead,
Though now you seem to be willing,
Holding me up by the wrist and,
Wrapping me up in black sand.

Hello my dear, I've been missing you,
Hope I see you tonight,
But will our mothers let us stay?
Well it's hard to say.

It's been snowing,
A storm is on it's way,
One that will cover me up,
Becoming my new tomb,
But if you're still willing,
Will you dig me up and out,
I'll hold you gratefully, gracefully,
Between the chorus and choirs,
Smiling white wolves come down,
From mountains above staircases,
You're still here so I'm not afraid.

Hello my dear, I've been missing you,
Hope I see you tonight,
But will our mothers let us stay?
Well it's hard to say.