we're caught inside
i feel around you
there's no more light
to pelt and melt the windows
...and i'll never drop the anchor
if you'll never stop the rain...

and as she descends
her soldiers try to win me over
i feel the sin of feet washing my frosted windows

... and i'll never drop the anchor
if you'll never stop the rain
and we'll never have to feel anything else again.

for once in this scene i can dream all the flowers in bloom
this garden will stay here and hold me for sister moon
the higher we fly her to worship the crying monsoon

so don't let it end
'cause my sin is just beginning
i need you to hear
i need you to help me

oh, and i'll never drop the anchor
if you'll never stop the rain
...and we'll never have to feel anyone else again.

...again...

now cry down, monsoon...

Caroline's Spine - monsoon