the eye of a single storm
it has your gaze
like i recall from the olden days
why not love this rain
but it's how you feel
after all
like lightning striking ground
i'll name this flood
and paint the town with the things i've found
why not wait for rain
you'll know its real
after all
i can do what i did
fell asleep for islands
we burned up all the colors, made sure they got our names
drowning just like sailors learning how to breathe
and all our older brothers took their notes from the shore
shaking their umbrellas under the building roar