[Verse 1]
Storm, cast me out
So I can feel it in another way
I won't talk about
Woah, passenger's hide
If I can feed it for another day
It might run me dry

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I know the seasons evolve to a freeze
Putting hearts in the balance here
It's up to your knees
And it's shifting degrees
And it's choking your atmosphere

[Verse 2]
Storm, wind me out
So I can feel it in another way
They won't talk about
Whoa, massacre sides
Distant figure in a photograph
Another eye

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I know your reason is stout
And your freedoms dissolved in your passion dear
It's burning your eyes and it's killing your mind
And it's poking your atmosphere
[Chorus]
But should you find it obscene in that gray
All dramatic series young hearts say
Lord, if you've got lungs
Come on, shout me out

[Pre-Chorus 3]
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[Chorus]
But should you find it obscene in that gray
All dramatic series young hearts say
Lord, if you've got lungs
Come on, shout me out