You, sleeping on your bed of nails,nWeeping an ocean beyond the pale,nStrange, sorrow is your greatest skill,nYou're suffering from overkill.nn[chorus]nOn you way you cannot hide,nFrom the howling wind and the roaring tide,nYou might get hurt but your fear will subside,nWhen you at last escape from the tears inside.nnChoose whether to laugh or to cry,nMenace and promise mingle in your eye,nWait, it's only a matter of time,nYou know everything will be fine.nn[chorus]nnRain falls down and the seas run high,nWhen you're by my side we can rise above it,nLet me dry all the tears inside.nn[chorus]