I want to reside in Seattle, but I know nothing there except the rain.
Blown by the wind in its direction, scared I'll get there and forget why I came.
I hold in my pride, in my pride, in my pride.
Right down in the heart of Seattle, where the warmth is masked by snow,
hidden by the trees and all their shadows, holds my past and will never let it go.
Winder draws me near, draws me near, draws me near.
I have longed to sleep inside Seattle, where I once had felt so safe.
But now, it washes words up with no power, ships them to the port to trade.
I still dream of May, dream of May.
I miss it like hell, miss it- oh I miss it like hell. Miss it like hell.