I watch the tempest
It waits for me outside
Against the window
It tires to push itself inside

The devils is in the details, so
I read the small signs on this window
It leaves a brace of your fingers
It's not a heart shape but

Across this grey land
The sea, the fog, the birds and the moist sand
Tides and time, it's dark now
I look outside, see nothing but my reflection

The devils is in the details, so
I read the small signs on this window
It leaves a brace of your fingers
It's not a heart shape but

I told you, a thousand times
I'd like to save you from upcoming tides
But the tempest, it rages on
So I stay locked here, behind these walls

The devils is in the details, so
I read the small signs on this window
It leaves a brace of your fingers
It's not a heart shape but your hand