I know a man who wept a song about a mess he'd made
Bound up by the lashes of denying
You know the chasm between what's done and said
But you can't blame a man for trying
Come to me like when the rain falls
Like the arrows from the archer
Let the wind behind the stars call me from the points of 
my departure
Happens to the best of us
These inconvenient things
Happens to the rogues, the kings and queens
The heart has its poison she keeps hidden away
'Til someone holds it up to the clear light of day
The drowning know they're sinking
The dead know they're not breathing
And I will take this song and be forever grateful
At least as much as I am able
Come to me