The storm approached and there I stood

Arms thrown wide like weather vanes

Whether or not I meant it that way

There I was and there I stay

Je voudrais vous tenir

The trees were breaking in the wind

The thunder cracking like a whip

I stood feet planted on the ground

I stood in wonder of the sound

And as you wept upon my face

jolted through my fingertips

I knew I'd never be alone

No more to wander on my own

Vous être ma mort