We used to cling together like this, in a storm
when trees fell and the sky was pitch black
except this time I know that something’s gone wrong
because you’re not holding me back.
Your hands are still, your eyes full of fear
like you’re one of the trees tumbling down
I beg and promise you that I’m still here
though I know you can’t hear a sound.
The wind has swept your essence away
your body is empty and cold
what I want to tell you is coming too late
and now you’ll never know.
So I keep talking about those days long before
when I had hope the sky would turn blue
Before your blood puddled like rain on the floor
those days when you held me too.
Somebody’s screaming, and I think it’s the wind
you know how violent a storm can be
don’t worry, love, I won’t let it in
what’s left of you is safe here with me.