Storm, cast me out
So I can feel it in another way
I won't talk about
Warm passenger's high
If I could feed it for another day
It might run me dry I know the season's evolved to a freeze
Putting hearts in the balance here
It's up to your knees
And it's shifting degrees
And it's choking your atmosphere Storm, wind me out
So I can feel it in another way
They won't talk about
Worn masochist's sigh
A distant figure in a photograph
Another eye I know your reason is stalled
And your freedoms dissolved in your passion dear
It's burning your eyes and it's killing your mind
And it's broken your atmosphere
But should you find it obscene in that grey
Old dramatics hear a young heart say Lord if you've got lungs
C'mon shout me out I know the freeze has unthawed
And it's putting your love into action dear
It's off in the breeze and it's shifting degrees
And it's opened your atmosphere
So should you decide it's obscene in that grey
Old dramatics hear a young heart say Lord if you've got lungs
C'mon shout me out.
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