Мда, как говорится, бывает реже, но хуже.

[Antarrius]

see the storm is broken

in the middle of the night

nothing left here for me

it's washed away

the rain pushes

the buildings aside

the sky turns black

the sky

wash it far

push it out to sea

there's nothing left here

for me

i watch it lift up to the sky

i watch it crush me

and then i die



speak to me baby

in the middle of the night

pull your mouth

close to mine

i can see the wind coming down

like black night

so speak to me

like the winds outside

it's broken up, pushing us

hear the rain fall

see the wind come to my eyes

see the storm broken

now nothing

speak to me baby

in the middle of the night

speak to me

hold your mouth to mine

'cause the sky is breaking

it's deeper than love

i know the way you feel

like the rains outside

speak to me