Lyric (Hurricane) The Formal Weather Pattern

Shake down, you make me break,
for goodness sake I think I m on the edge of something new with you.
Shout out, don t drown the sound, I ll drown you out,
you ll never scream so loud as I want to scream with you.

Standing there with your smile blinding your eyes
from seeing my face as I m dying to figure out a girl.
But she drifts so far away,
I m on her coast, so maybe I should stay and map around her world.

So Don t Say "These currents are still killing me"
and you can t explain how the wind went and pulled you into the hurricane.

Stand up don t make a sound, your ears might bleed.
There are sweet fluorescent enemies that live inside of me.
The world moves faster than I knew,
not fast enough to not creep up on you and the space we put between.
So pull me under your weather patterns,
your cold fronts and the rain don t matter,
because a sun burns what I needed.

You don t do it on purpose
but you make me shake now I count the hours til you wake.
With your babies breath, breathe symphonies, come on sweet catastrophe.
Maybe this time I can follow through, I can feel complete, stop paying dues.
Stop the rain from falling keep my oceans calm this time I know nothings wrong.