It's getting colder
And darker every day
And all the bloodred flowers
Slowly turn to grey

We need some wind
To blow the clouds away
we need a sun to dry the rain
We need to break the chain of yesterday
We need a storm to kill the pain

I don't remember
Nothing but a minor chord
There's still some ember
Of the fire you adored

We need some wind
To blow the clouds away
We need it today
We need it today
We need a sun
To dry the rain
To kill the pain
To kill the pain

And when the thunder opens [bad word] 
Walking down the border of farewell
I'd cut your hand off so I'd never let it go
Is this the final
The climax of the show