Monsoon

Were caught inside, i feel around you.

Theres no more light, to pelt and melt our

Windows.

....and i'll never drop the anchor,

If you'll never stop the rain....

As she descends, her soldiers try to win

Me over.

I feel the sin, of feet washing my frosted

Windows.

...and i'll never drop the anchor,

If you'll never stop the rain,

And we'll never have to feel

Anything else again.

For once, in this scene, i can dream all the

Flowers in bloom.

This garden will stay here and hold me for

Sister moon.

The higher we fly her to worship the crying

Monsoon.

Dont let it end.

My sin is just beginning.

I need you here.

I need you to help me.

....and i'll never drop the anchor,

If you'll never stop the rain,

And we'll never have to feel, anyone else

Again.

Now cry down, monsoon