and fits of rage, there's nothing left, theres nothing left for me to say and ill let you go, I'll let you go and walk away. So Here we go; anytime
storms and fits of rage, there's nothing left, theres nothing left for me to say and ill let you go, I'll let you go and walk away. So Here we go;
swing away. I can't stand dancing in the dark with you, reflections that come; these shadows aren't me and you. Through the storm, through the storm and
