Rain on the windows, crackling doors 
This is the biggest storm I've ever seen 
And I'm here and you are there 
And a thousand miles between 

Could it be the weather, dear 
Could it be the miles 
That sum up my repressed fear 
And the call of your sweet eyes 

And the abyss between us twain 
Which nothing cleaves or clears 
Is more than distance or pouring rain 
And longer than the years 

Sometimes I dare myself to dream 
Of a place where we'd be free 
Then the sky begins to tear 
If you could come back to me 

If you could come back to me