If I'm not there in 15, don't lock the door
I'll be there soon enough, just leave the lights on
So I can find my way
To the spot on your bed with my name on it
Just within your reach
No tears, no tears, she whispered
I hear the salt isn't good for your skin
The truth is I like the way it feels
When it rolls down the dents of my cheek
So I let loose the tears
Flooding your letters
It's too bad the ink started to run
I've always been afraid of storms like these
The rain plays such a sad lullaby
All along the window pane
No tears, no tears, she whispered
I hear the salt isn't good for your skin
The truth is I like the way it feels
When it rolls down the dents of my cheek
(You don't need this as bad as I do)
(I flip the page, the lightning strikes, I've always been afraid of storms like these)
(I was only getting started...)