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.