What could she be pondering reaching
Through her icy kingdom
Reaching out to take me by the hand

Sad Rebecca said that she would
Always be there just for me
The crags below were beckoning like she planned
I s’pose I was the lucky one returning like a wayward son
To Manderley I’d never be the same
In empty halls we drank a toast in
Sheets of rain I saw her ghost
And listened to the sea call out her name

I will be there for you I will be there for you
Sad Rebecca said that she would
Always be there just for me
My Rebecca I will be there too

Rack and ruin left to do left to turn me black and blue
Waters running deep will never know
I stood upon the precipice to taste Rebecca’s every kiss
Kiss the storm and kiss the sea below