I think you have thunderstorms in your mind.
You’re afraid of sharing a home and your insides.
There are moments you feel too close,
and you don’t know if it’s right.
I wonder when this torment was born;
when it started taking over your life.
I’m afraid you’ll only get worse as we get older, night after night.
We’re not getting any younger;
we’re no longer on the side of the light.
We can’t even have a…
