Things never seemed so right
as when you and I were in the fight.
Facing the wind together and
banded together, always and forever.
But things change just like that wind
and when it picks up, it carries us forward.

So avert your eyes against the light,
the light that breeds the hate and slight.
For in the dark we find ourselves
and in ourselves we find our footing.

Plant your feet firmly, babe.
I'm sorry I wasn't ready for this.
Just let your fears carry on.
Close your eyes and your thoughts are mine.
Now, I can't really help with that.
But I know all about things like that.