Wherever your song plays I will listen,
The retching song of the depressed,
Singing in faithful darkness,
the light you've never met.
Whenever your emotions rage I will watch,
Watch the wrath and despair you let fly,
Watch as your knees hit the floor,
And once again I'm beside you, a haunting scene that plays again.
Whenever your nightmares are haunting I will hum a fateful tune,
And yet the ghosts of the past are arising, awakening your every fear.
Wherever the river flows I will follow, your river of tears you've
created.
Cutting, crying the pain away, in hopes to let it wash away.
A river of scarlet blood I will follow,
Your river of own blood you've spilled,
Self-mutilation, self-forsaking, in hopes of washing it away.
A river of pain I will follow,
Your deep pit of wallowing self-pity,
Moping, melancholy, in hopes the nostalgia will subside the pain.
And once the river's baked and dry,
I'll know there's no more need to follow,
I'll know that all your cries and pleas,
Have been answered and your life now deceased.
