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…