Cutting through the storm

With no control

My hands are all bruised when

I try to get to you

To save you before

The water rises

Before our bodies leave the floor

With our words

Suspended in silence

A siren's call we swore we'd never follow

The window passes, near miss

And all our plates begin to spin

And nothing will remain the same

The same

But then again, all things fall into the frame

Don't look sideways for storms that you can't chase

Don't hunt it, only to become its prey

If I return to you, will you return to me?

Cutting through the storms

Been here before

Can't see the horizon

Gathering stones

Right from the shore

As the water keeps rising

Before our bodies leave the floor

We stay afloat

And not compromise, ah

To a sweet hell that feels a lot like home

Home

The lightning shows us what we'd miss

When all our plates begin to spin

And nothing will remain the same

The same

But then again, all things fall into the frame

Don't look sideways for storms that you can't chase

Don't hunt it, only to become its prey

If I return to you, will you return to me?

If I return to you, will you return to me?

If I return to you, will you return to me?

If I return to you, will you return to me?

(We're losing control)

(We're gathering stones)

(In the eye of the storm)

If I return to you, will you return to me?