​​tasteofink. - Polar

There comes a soft rain that waters the ground
No body in sight, no ear for a sound
I forfend an entrance for stairs to the clouds
A deafening silence to which this amounts

Let me in, come down again

You found a dead end, and I can’t come with
I’ll be the church for all of your sins

Let me in, come down again
Let me in, let me in

I should’ve loosened your noose, find a home you wouldn’t lose
For now your spirit looms, why’d you ever?
So I rest alone in this doom, this furlough now your tomb
Why were you consumed?

Maybe I could have stalked, I wish I would have knocked
Oh, I’ll drone forever
Instead I’ll scream like it’s space
I would pet your long gone face
But I let the ice break

Let me in