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