Tell the young lady who brought me this rain, I'll climb all her high walls if she'll let out her train. Danger all around me or so they say. Send me an angel to show me the way. My baby done left me today.
Light when reduced to the speed of sound, is the word made flesh where our love be bound.
Speak the truth to me and spare me some light, to pierce the edges of the seething night. Tell the young lady who brought me this rain, I'll tear down her high hopes of holding the reins.