first: when the bad times comeni need to know: will you be here?nwhen surrendered and trapped i'll crynwill you stand by me?nhold my hand when it shiversncause i hear them comingnmy breath hard and the fevernthe blood in my throat and in my templesnexhausted by fear when i need to restnYOUnwould i hide here?nin the bottom of your cellar, under your sheetsnwould i hide here?na walk through the cold struck down by hungernand the light of your room at nightncan i trust the light?nwhen i am not gone after year 2000 because of younwill you bring me books, books of truthnand hold a little candle?nstand still please, stand still and under the threatnwould i hide here?nin the trunk of your car or in your bathroomnwould i hide here?nwould i hide here?nin the bottom of your cellar, under your sheetsnwould i hide here?