When the fog lifts
from the valley of your mind
You will discern
a gentle shape behind
Despite our fright 
when the thunderheads roll in
You will be better for admitting to your sin

And I wanna know
I wanna know why you followed me here

The pitter-pat
of raindrops on my rooftop
reminds me of the first day we lay together
The squareness of your jaw
and the furrow of your brow
should have prepared me for stormy weather

And I wanna know
I wanna know what possesses you

When young Melissa said you stole away her innocence,
I wasn't certain but I soon regained my sense
and then it hit me like a snakebite, so I took off
I made my flight
But now I see you and I can't believe it's true
so tell me

I wanna know
I wanna know why you followed me here
and I wanna know
I wanna know
what possesses you