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

INVIA LE CORREZIONI