Explanations are not necessary, swept away
We're only drowning, not buried alive, you and I
What's left we can collect and remains
Untouched, yet tainted somehow
It's just a memory we have left, it's not us
It wouldn't be prudent to expect an exception
After all of the effort, circumstances have been better
Brought forth, an accompaniment of lost expectations.
Standing in the downpour, look down at those dirt soaked laces.
I'm sorry, I just wish I could have made it.
I know you'll be there when the rain ends.