| You, sleeping on your bed of nails, | |
| Weeping an ocean beyond the pale, | |
| Strange, sorrow is your greatest skill, | |
| You're suffering from overkill. | |
| (chorus) | |
| On your way you cannot hide, | |
| From the howling wind and the roaring tide, | |
| You might get hurt but your fear will subside, | |
| When you at last escape from the tears inside. | |
| Choose whether to laugh or to cry, | |
| Menace and promise mingle in your eye, | |
| Wait, it's only a matter of time, | |
| You know everything will be fine. | |
| (chorus) | |
| Rain falls down and the seas run high, | |
| When you're by my side we can rise above it, | |
| Let me dry all the tears inside. | |
| (chorus) |