With a storm coming up
I used to look above
And always - although sometimes at the end of the horizon
I could see the sun coming through
And I could bare the roughest storm;
It would always save me in the nic of time
With a storm like this
I'm still hopefully looking above
Though I know since the last couple of months
I only get disappointed
And every breath of wind hurts me
'Cause I know
The sun won't get back
The only thing that was able to save me