I have no place being here
No. Not anymore
I should have run when I could,
as it began to pour
The temperature drops
at the sound of your name
Storm chashing is always
a dangerous game
Like a tornado,
you sweep me off of my feet
And like a blizzard,
you chill every bone on me
I am left with nothing here,
empty handed in the rain
The people we once were got
lost in the hurricane
I was the lightning,
you were the sound that followed me
The storm is coming
Streets are flooding but I can't leave
Thunderstorm. Thunderstorm
Thunderstorm. Thunderstorm
Thunderstorm. Thunderstorm
Thunderstorm. Thunderstorm