Weather & Wars

The rain feels cold upon my face.
I’m getting tired and I haven’t slept in days.
Complete depravity is catching up with me now.
I have come to see that You’re the only way out.
Why am I still standing in the cold?
It’s obvious that You’re not here.
And how can I be young and feel so old?
And how can I be strong and run away?
And why am I still running so hard,
And heading straight for the point where You pretend You don’t even know me?
If this is not what I was made for, then why is it so hard to change?
If this is not why I am here, then why do You feel so far away?
Why am I still standing in the cold?
It’s obvious that You’re not here.
And how can I be young and feel so old?
And how can I be strong and run away?
And I’m a liar through my soul, but how come I don’t hate it?
And how can this be wrong if You’re the one that made it?
I’m the guiltiest one of them all.
God, I’m begging You to show me just where I went wrong.
Why am I still standing in the cold?
It’s obvious that You’re not here.
And how can I be young and feel so old?
And how can I be strong and run away?
And how can You still find me?
And how can You still find me?
And why do You still find me?
And why am I still standing in the cold?
It’s obvious that You’re not here.
And how can I be young and feel so old?
And how can I be strong and run away?