[Rain] ... ... ... It was raining and I wondered then, "Who could hold me so gently again?" Soaked in fear with the cold on my skin, Dragging my dying friend through the wind. "Sir, good evening, Where have you been? Surely the road has been bitter and grim. A warmer shelter I gladly can give, For you and your friend, A place you can live. And if you would trust me, Come into my home, You won't have to wander, You won't be alone." The sweetness of such a tender plea, Filled my heart with hope and belief. So I gave her my dying friend, To do with him as she pleased. It was raining and I wondered then, "Who could hold me so gently again?" Lying down in a warm little room, My friend in her arms, Still beating slow. ... ... ... So, dear lady, You've earned all my trust. I won't question your reasons, You appeared when I must. Another rainy night, Hungry and worn, I came looking for her, But found something wrong. "Tonight the door is closed." What do you mean? "I won't be here forever, I hope that you see." It was raining and I wondered then, "Who could hold me so gently again?" I could never demand that she care, So I waited beside my friend there, His rhythm growing thin. For you. Then the storms start growing stronger, Nails and acid fall from the sky. Though I'm bleeding out in the darkness, I think I know where I'll arrive. Are you available now? "You're asking too much. I'll open the door Only when I choose to." Can I really rely on you? "I need my own space and time. There are so many things I must do, And I spend so much of it on you." Thank you, But I still in the rain. The silence sounds different tonight... No pulse beneath the pain. So I think that my friend... Is no longer here. [guitar solo] ... ... ...
