The rain pours down on the streets Near Rome The waters thicker than We'd ever seen before We lost our ways cause We can't see the road So baby, hold my hand Ignore the weatherman We're gonna make it home The wind howls out like a dog Under the moon The trees, they're falling They're unearthing something Sinister in you The wolves are getting hungry And they're eyeing Every little move you make So baby, hold my hand Ignore the weatherman I promised you'd be safe The rain pours down on the streets Near Rome The waters thicker than We'd ever seen before We lost our ways cause We can't see the road So baby, hold my hand Ignore the weatherman We're gonna make it home