Inside every memory of you and me, the rain begins to fall. In an ocean of fears i know you won't be leaving me at all. All your everlasting words in dead old letters prophedied the but I never ever stop believing that our wasted souls are bent.
When you me I'll be there to guide you. When you call me I'll be there for you. When you call I'll there to guide you. When you call me I'll be there for you you.
I'm remembering the scars and wounds I know suffered from the rain. Is there anything that I can do to your soul from all the pain. With your everlasting words you tried so hard to tell me that you're gone but i never ever start believing that you me all alone.
When you call I'll be there to guide you. When you call me I'll be there for you. When you me I'll be there to guide you. When you call me I'll be there for you you.