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old storm rising
under the stars of your ceiling
it's so new, it's so true
I've always had this feeling
that part of me belongs to you

we all have desires
and to say you we don't want it, babe
well, we'd both be liars
I'll wear black & let you feel my shape

shoot me down and take my heart
it's a new storm coming
take the me that is your part
I love what we're becoming

I pray somehow we can go back
to our paradise and listen to the waves
give a grown woman a heart attack
and I tremble for days