Dearest Mr. Staley
I know that it is raining where you're at
But, the world is way too busy to notice all the small things, to notice you're not back with me
And, in this state of big lights where happiness is a lost fight, where activists roam the streets
I will wait for you, and they will bring you back to me
I will wait for you, until the days turn into weeks
Until the days turn into weeks
Dearest Mr. Staley
It's a cold year. There are children on the streets
It's a cold damn war, there are families who long to be at peace
But, Mr. Staley what I need is you here with me
It's been 7 long months since I've seen your voice in ink, and it's killing me
I will wait for you, and they will bring you back to me
I will wait for you, until the days turn into weeks
Until the days turn into weeks
Dearest Mr. Staley
Your hands they are, so cold
Your vital signs are nowhere to be found or told
But your heart just skipped a beat, because you weren't right here with me
Mr. Staley...