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...