Letras: Clit 45. Self-Hate Crimes. The Storm Is Over.

?Give me your heart? that?s what she said
Putting hope in my head
Put all trust in one thing
Only ends in tragedy

The storm it?s over
At least for today
The storm is over
I?m still afraid

I?m not good at living life
I?m not good I have no pride
But feeling doesn?t make you weak
When passion is what makes you breathe

The storm it?s over
At least for today
The storm is over
I?m still afraid

Evict these thoughts from this hollow wooden head
Post no bills, this heart has been condemned
It drains my red, so kill me dead
To scream and no one hears
Just more noise for blown out ears

So let the record spin as the needle skips again?

The storm it?s over
At least for today
The storm is over
It?s gone away

Lost my love, I lost my life
In a long walk home which I despised
Grey skies I close my eyes
We only sleep when its bright

The storm it?s over
At least for today
The storm is over
It?s gone away

But in theses darkened days we?ll be okay
In these dark days we?ll be ok