The Lung

Well so many things
Create my dreams
It feels too real, whoa
It's not a desert storm
The day we're born
Into my mind, oh

I need to know I need to know I need to know I need to know
I need to know I need to know I need to know I need to know

The night he found your boys
Them '80s low into my mind, whoa

I need to know I need to know I need to know I need to know
I need to know I need to know I need to know I need to know

The thunder evolves into lightning
And howls like wolves into the sky
The lightning flashes our worst feelings
The rain brings tears into my eyes

It's not a desert storm
The day we're born
Into my mind, whoa