I listen to the rain, and take a step outside.

Let it rain down on me, and wash me clean.

We've been working so hard we never thought that we could lose,

But now it feels like losing's all we ever do.

We ran through the woods and we,

We grew up on these grey streets and towns,

Now we look out across the sea's.

And you hold onto me.

I don't want to lose no more,

Won't you wash something good upon this shore,

This time.

I need forgiveness. What do they want from me?

What have these years done to me?

To make me so ill at ease.

We've been slipping into this great void.

And you hold onto me.

I don't want to lose no more,

Won't you wash something good upon this shore,

If its just once that I get what I want,

Let it be this time.

We grew up on these grey streets and towns,

And I hear voices coming, calling from the crowds,

We won't give up, we won't give up,

We won't give up, This time.

We won't give up, we won't give up,

We can't give up, this time.

I don't want to lose no more,

Won't you wash something good upon this shore,

If its just once that I get what I want,

Let it be this time.