Tears Inside - Tim Finn

You, sleeping on your bed of nails

Weeping an ocean beyond the pale

Strange, sorrow is your greatest skill

You’re suffering from overkill

On your way you cannot hide

From the howling wind and the roaring tide

You might get hurt but your fear will subside

When you at last escape from the tears inside

Choose whether to laugh or to cry

Menace and promise mingle in your eye

Wait, it’s only a matter of time

You know everything will be fine

Rain falls down and the seas run high

When you’re by my side we can rise above it

Let me dry all the tears inside