If life's unmasked as a failed frenzy, fuelled by self pity and blame
If in your past you hang heavy, will you return to our tender rain?
If awaking drags you to joy's retreat, and wilted hope your feign
If trusted angels fall to a liar's feet, will you return to our tender rain?
If daily cycles you're enslaved by, grow bulimic as the shadow you claim
If mirrors depict a stranger's lie, will you return to our tender rain?
If heroes you once saw as perfect, disgust you with truth of their shame
And you see worship ain't worth it, will you return to our tender rain?
And if you must say goodbye, to me and all who'd grieve
I swear to brush my tears dry, and never hate you if it's life you must leave