The storm is bad tonight, so how could I awake without you here
Your picture is on the wall, you haven’t called
But I will wait for you
To her own reflection, she said, “I will hold on”
To her own reflection, she said, “I will be strong”
The storm is letting up, but it won’t die
“If you weren’t wrong, was I?”
Your picture still remains, but I wonder
Are you still the same?
To her own reflection, she said, “I will hold on”
To her own reflection, she said, “I will be strong”
Am I losing you?
I’m waiting
I’m waiting ‘till it’s over; it’s over now
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