You can cover me with love
You can cover me with hate
And I’ll say you are so late...
Cause nothing can keep me warm
Besides our last kiss in the storm.
You could treat me like god, a lion
You could treat me like a dying worm
Nothing really matters now
Besides our last kiss in the storm.
Remember all the fun and soft lies
Remember all the things you’ve sworn
Remember nights of magic moments
And our last kiss in the storm.
I still recall the touch of silence
That was killing love’s sweet pain
But nothing really feels the same...
Besides our first kiss in the rain.
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