Thunderstorms
Is it strange
that I want to dance in the rain?
Share the last seat on the very last train
with your hand in mine
and your smile on my lips
CHORUS:
Eating ice cream
on cold winter nights
Walking through abandoned construction sites
Laughing at echoes
that bounce off the walls
and the glass paned halls casting hallucinations
As we wait for the next thunder storm
and it’s all
Is it strange
that you’re all I think about
when it’s just the two of us?
Parked just past the off-ramp
staring up at the midnight sun
listening to our heartbeats thrum
CHORUS
Is it strange
to feel this way?
To wish for rain
and one more day
To feel your smile on my lips and never
have to say goodnight
CHORUS
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