She shows up when the seasons change,
seeming to prefer the rain.
All my fears have been repayed.
All these years lived out in vain.
I will honor your wishes.
And I won't even let you wield the blame.
See, I have sometimes felt suspicious
of this liquid, flowing sluggish through our veins.
Nine words sealed an oath of bone.
While she is dying for a home.
I am drowning in this foam
Atlantic, sinking like a stone.
I will honor your wishes.
And I won't even let you wield the blame.
See, I have sometimes felt suspicious
of this liquid, flowing sluggish through our veins.
With water shaken by the storm
I cry for snow - but nothing forms.
Something's dying to be born.
This freeze i seek to welcome warns:
That I will honor your wishes.
And I won't even let you wield the blame.
See, I have sometimes felt suspicious
of this liquid, flowing sluggish through our veins.