The rain pours down on the streets
Near Rome
The waters thicker than
We'd ever seen before
We lost our ways cause
We can't see the road
So baby, hold my hand
Ignore the weatherman
We're gonna make it home
The wind howls out like a dog
Under the Moon
The trees, they're falling
They're unearthing something
Sinister in you
The wolves are getting hungry
And they're eyeing
Every little move you make
So baby, hold my hand
Ignore the weatherman
I promised you'd be safe
The rain pours down on the streets
Near Rome
The waters thicker than
We'd ever seen before
We lost our ways cause
We can't see the road
So baby, hold my hand
Ignore the weatherman
We're gonna make it home