Inside every memory of you and me, the rain begins to fall. In an ocean of fears i know you be leaving me at all. All your everlasting words in dead old letters prophedied the end but I never ever stop believing that our souls are bent.
When you call me I'll be there to guide you. When you call me I'll be there for you. When you call I'll be there to you. When you call me I'll be there for you you.
I'm remembering the scars and wounds I know you suffered from the rain. Is there anything that can do to free your soul from all the pain. With your words you tried so hard to tell me that you're gone but i never ever start believing you leave me all alone.
When you call me I'll be to guide you. When you call me I'll be there for you. When you call me I'll be there to guide you. When you call me I'll be for you you.