Thunderstorms
There are thunderstorms out my window Can you hear them or is it just hollow? I can see the lightening and hear the storm My world's become cold; is your's still warm? My heart sinks at every sound, every light Can you feel it or is it still sunny and bright? The winds are shattering my window glasses I can see the sharp, shining, falling pieces 3 AM and the chase of light and darkness Every light brings the noise that makes me breathless I try not to connect this storm to you And yet here I am asking only you! 'Cause you never see the storms on my door When I tell you, you just leave me crying on floor And so every storm brings your presence And every song sings with your essense