i woke and arose to the sound of your voice
singing through the chandelier as if it didn't have a choice

i pulled on my clothes while you started the car
and you asked me to drive because the drives too far

the road kept on turning and the fog was thick
as we sang along new songs that we didn't really know

but we listed as eager as a canine in a storm
and we watched for the sky for when the lighting is born

it struck in three places, started fires in each
i grabbed for your hand, you were too afraid to reach

i pulled the the hair from my head
you picked the skin from your fingers

and the haze from before came back just to linger
to drown us or suffocate, i bit for your lips

and just then the lighting found another place to hit
as the guitar kept strumming

and alarms went off, it would've kept striking
if we could of held back the cough

but  we reached our destination
and the sun finally broke

we kept the cold in the past
and you finally spoke

of how you're holding out for something much colder than that
like a wolf bleeding out for the good of the pack.

and I get it, I understand, I howl at the moon.
but I decided you're someone I could howl with at noon.