There’s a storm inside of me,
I can feel the rumble of thunder,
From all the things I didn’t say,
Burning up inside of me.
Why wasn’t my tears,
My weather, enough?
There’s a storm inside of me,
I can feel the rumble of thunder,
From all the things I didn’t say,
Burning up inside of me.
Why wasn’t my tears,
My weather, enough?
Bohotea 