Elliott Brood hold you

Well I'll hold you in my arms till the wounds subside
And we call out to the darkness as we pray for the coming light
We know now that your coming
We hear the rattle in your lungs
We know now that you'll never
Make the coming light of dawn
Oh, I dream about you
In the cold of the night
We hold out for the moments
Though we know they'll never arrive
Held down undercover beneath the cold and dirty skies
We hold on to each other
For who wants to die alone
Hey we both know
These lines won't move
We call now for our lovers
As they lie by the river side
Chased back into the moment
By the sound of the coming tide
We're sure now that she's coming
Our written words, they won't die with us
We call now for our mothers
In the end we all die alone