Even beneath the roaring waves
That sweep the earth away
Even with one foot
In the mouth of our grave
Even when the drums pound
For us to be slain
I'll still mean it when I say
"Glad we've met".
Even when the sky pours down
Heavy bricks of rain
Even when the sun is cursing
And spitting flames
Even when our broken tongues
Have no more to explain
I'll still mean it when I say
"Glad we've met".
Even when we're lost
In the rain, snow and sleet
Even when we find ourselves
On exile streets
Even when the artery is slit
And left to bleed
I'll still mean it when I say
"Glad we've met"