Something Corporate - (Hurricane) The Formal Weather Pattern

Shake down, make me brake,

for goodness sake, I think I'm on the edge,

of something new with you.

Shout out don't drown the sound,

I'll drowned you out, you'll never scream so loud,

as I want to scream with you.

Standing there with the smiles blinding your eyes

from seeing my face as I'm dying

to figure out a girl

But she's just so far away

I'm on her coast, so maybe I should stay

and map around her world

So don't say

"These currents are still killing me"

And you can't explain,

"Cause your wind is pulling me into your hurricane"

Strait into a hurricane



Stand up don't make a sound your ears might bleed,

the sweet fluorescent enemies, that live inside of me.

the world moves faster than I knew

not fast enough to not creep up with you

And the space I left between

So pull me under your weather patterns,

cold fronts, and the rain don't matter,

Cuz a sunburns what i needed..



Don't say

"These currents are still killing me"

And you can't explain,

"Cause your wind is pulling me into your hurricane"

Strait into a hurricane



you don't do it on purpose but you make me shake

now I count the hours until you wake

with your baby's breath breathed symphonies

come on sweet catastrophe

so maybe this time i will follow through

I can feel complete and stop paying dues,

Stop the rain from falling, keep my ocean calm

cause this time I know nothings wrong.



So don't say

"Your currents are still killing me"

And you can't explain,

"Cause your wind is pulling me into your hurricane"

So don't you say

"Your currents are still killing me"

And you can't explain,

"Cause your wind is pulling me into your hurricane"

Strait into a hurricane