LETRACome In With The StormVictorian Halls

Come in with the storm, and out of the rain
Was sick once before, I'm ready to play
I'll burn down the house with all things you love
Let's light up the sky in a splendor rose blush
Oh, who kept you warm? And who will love you now?
Lonely so lonely tonight
Come in with the storm
Comfort, comfort in I
So bury all the things you love
All that I am is I am not enough, to love
So wash it away
Who will love you now? Lonely so lonely tonight
Who will love you now? Lonely so lonely tonight
Who will love you now? Who will love you?
Who will love you now?
So bury all the things you love
All that I am is I am not enough, to love
So wash it away
Bury all the things you love
All that I am not enough, to love
To bury all the things you love
All I am not enough, to love
So bury all the things you love
All that I am is I am not enough, to love (so wash it away)
Set thee to sea
Cast weight to feet
Brilliant like a beacon so offhandedly
Wash it away, wash it away
Wash it away, wash it away
Wash it away
Come in with the storm, and out of the rain