Stormy winds mark the end of the season
they all look up to the lightning to find a reason
and she walks through the door
your patient no... no more
you think about it once; your mind says wait
but then again the heart says don't hesitate
She sits besides; the world around races by
blurring out all but her eyes
Look into my eyes and there will be
a picture of us, which I believe
painted in color; on glass
we must have met in the past
Wake up from this dream and then she's gone
rubbing out your eyes, you look around
should've gone up to her by then
but you wait for lightning to strike a-gain...
