Lightning strikes, thunder rattles
the floor, but deep inside your eyes,
I’m sure this tossing, turning world
may fall apart, but you and I—
our love won’t die.
Chandeliers crash into the ground.
Columns crumble all around.
Windows shatter, curtains tear,
but not a sound moves my ear.
It’s like we’re not even here
When we spin like a feather
on the wind—let it blow—
when we flow like warm water
through the snow,
when we roll like the ocean
underneath the hurricane,
when we glow like a Colorbow
in the rain.
Won’t you see me through the night
when the shadows steal the light?
Won’t you feel me when I’m
miles and a while away?
Won’t we stay this way?
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