Looking at you, wishing the day by.
Storm coming in, here it is, there's the eye.
The earth is wailing, the thunder yells, and the clouds cry.
Tore away at the moon, swallowed stars, listened to the sun die.
Pink and yellow and mean sky.
Come on and roll in; it's only in my mind.
He has an appetite
sweet to satisfy.
But he's so distant and curt,
with painful goodbyes.
As the crescendo builds,
it's blurry as a...A fantasy.
But when the mist clears,
I realize again, he doesn't love me.