When will this plane …

When will, this plane go down?

When will this plane …

When will, this plane go down?

I’ve been wondering?

When will the fire dim?

 

When will I… When will, I get sick of you?

When will I…When will, I get sick of you?

When will, the fuel burn dry?

Because I’ve become numb inside.

 

Maybe I’m just being scared.

Or maybe I’m just being prepared, for the worst.

But a storm is coming…Hurricane.

A storm is coming…Hurricane.  Hurricane.

Through heartache weather.

It’s us together.

 

There’s thinning ice.

Under my feet.

There’s a broken record.

That’s on repeat.

Cause’ this sweet it has turned sour.

Is this my final hour?

Is this what they call; The bottom?

 

Maybe I’m, just being scared of it.

Or maybe I’m being prepared for the worst.

Cause a storm is coming Hurricane.

A storm is coming; Hurricane. Hurricane.

A storm is coming; Hurricane.

A storm is coming; Hurricane. Hurricane.

Through heartache weather; it’s us together