the formal weather pattern

Something Corporate

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...)
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 the hurricane...
Into the 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 the hurricane...
Into the hurricane.

you don t do it on purpose but you make me shake
and I count the hours till you wake
with your baby s breath breathed symphonies
come on,sweet catastrophe.
well,maybe this time i can follow through,
feel complete,stop paying dues,
Stop the rain from falling, keep my ocean calm
this time I know nothing s wrong.

So don t say
These currents are still killing me
And you can t explain,
Cause your wind is pulling me in it ,no you don t
Say
These currents are still killing me
And you can t explain,
Cause your wind is pulling me into the hurricane...
Into the hurricane...into the hurricane.