Pink Static

Clouds clogging up the brain,

the weather drain is dry

Tears on the face,

under a storm-torn sky

Stuck in the eye,

the center of the spin

Is this the place where the "fine" starts to win?

Swept off my feet,

flying till the knees hit the floor

Dorothy knew the terror of the big bad door

Boarding up the windows,

locking up the heart

Every gust of wind,

tearing us apart

Every time he smiles,

the border lets him in

Standing in the hurricane,

where the chaos begins Here comes the sun,

here comes the rain.

The eye is the anchor.

Flopping on the bed,

flying squirrel in the dark

Hurt by the world,

leaving a permanent mark

Twisting up the insides,

can’t hide the repair

Holding me close, promising I’m "never lonely" there

The air’s getting cold,

the lookout is high

Is it a shelter,

or is it a lie?

He picks me up,

he carries the gale.

I think I’m fine,

but I’m destined to fail.

Floating.

Floating. When am I gonna drop?

The hurricane doesn't stop.

It doesn't stop.

Standing in the eye.

100% Tiguidou.

The storm is the home.