Is it the thunder or their howl? Pestering my ears, aching my head. Is it the rain or their tears? Wrenching my heart, numbing my feet. Is it the weather or their bond? Striking my eyes, unsettling my mind.
I saw the storm coming, I was wide awake while you slept by my side dreaming of roses and chocolates. Maybe, just maybe you knew already that the one who would bleed in love would be me.