A storm breaking on the horizon. Of longing and heartache and lust. She’s always bad news. It’s always lose, lose. So tell me love, tell me love. How is that just?
But the story is this. She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss.
Her sweet kiss. But the story is this. She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss. Her current is pulling you closer. And charging the hot, humid night. The red sky at dawn is giving a warning, you fool.