Whatever the weather is, windy or hail,
However it howls in symphony gales,
With windchill turning my skin into braille,

I'm here for it all, from beginning to fail.

We both know we won't make it for sure,
Let me lay out my heart for you, naked and raw,
I'm breaking it more for the sake of a call,

So love me, or like me, or hate me, I'm yours.