You feel familiar

But I'm not sure I know your name

I don't know why I'm telling you this story today

A whisper on the breeze

I heard a rustle in the trees

I need to know and maybe you'll explain

The grapes are gathered

The wine is pressed

And despite the rain

It's been a good year

To walk these fields again

In the chapel of our youth

We bowed down to beauty and truth

I see no reason, but maybe you'll explain

The red house that we built

It's still standing proud

The glasses that we filled

Let's raise them now

It might be raining

But the sun is gonna burst through the clouds

The storm, it can be stilled

Let's go out

But I can't stop crying

As I'm crashing through the gears

I can't stop lying

Have I been lying all these years?

I can't stop trying

To chase away her fears

I can't stop crying, crying