there's a storm coming our way,
i dont think we'll make it through

because we are growing farther
and farther apart, the wind pushes
us away from each other and
you're not doing anything to stop it.

you don't make an effort to reach
for me. you don't make an effort
to collect the strewn strings of our
love.  you just let it fly away, into the
storm.

we're at the heart of the storm but

                     i won't make it

                                  through.