Lyrics

There's a storm in this house tonight
The rain starts to pink on our sink but the faucet's not running
The puddle seeps in under our bookshelf
Your shoes are all muddy and you're traipsing around like it's nothing but dust
The swirl of your coffee summons gray cyclones
Been brewing for months now so I hear tiny rumbles coming from far away
Coming from upstairs in our room
It shakes the bed, rummages through your clothes
Looks for a testament, searching for evidence
Each ceiling a cloud now
We used to walk on them always with the sun heating our hair hot
Not they're grayed out and rotted
Those flowers won't grow if the parlor starts to flood
The boards give way
You're still reading the news of hurricanes far away
While we're sailing away

I can't stay here tonight

It's drown or it's flight
I don't know if this plane has lift but it might if this storm's bite is less than the cold wind that bustles through me daily with you always being okay
Our house floating down the street
The years have killed me
Hits me finally
Thunderclouds retreat
We're miles apart even though I'm looking at you

I can't stay here tonight