something there is about a storm that needs me to not be safe or warm something there is about a storm that needs me together, needs me on form
some things take so long
something there is about a sea that wants you inside it, limbless and free something there is about a sea that wants you the same way you once wanted me
some things take so long and some things are plain wrong
well I'll admit that there were times when breathing out was that much easier for me than breathing in and I'll admit that there were times that there were others and that some of them were younger than you
something there is about a snow that tears us together, tongue-tied and low something there is about a snow whips us up with it: I'm ready to go