My heart stopped
Synced to the dial tone

I knew I'd never hear your voice again

And suddenly I couldn't breathe
As if a plastic bag was hung over my head

The world will end in a thunderstorm
Brought on by the wind
And followed by a hurricane

The night is growing colder
As the clouds complete the sky

Those words play back
A broken record in my head

You said everything would be okay

But the walls were closing in
As if the world was tightening it's grip

The world would end in a thunderstorm
Brought on by the wind
And followed by a hurricane

The night is growing colder
As the clouds complete the sky

Please don't let this feeling by the last
I can't hold on to such a thought

And please keep close to my heart

It's outside in the back
Sitting on the swing

And the storm is coming