Rain falls down my window Just like my thoughts of you My world, it stood in winter My sun, just won't come Clouds change, their shapes above me Wind blows away my skies Old wounds, keep gettin older Just cracks in my bitter hands No, it feels like storms Oh no, it feels like storms Pale shades of pink and purple No sleep and sour eyes We scream, breaking heaven Mistaking our pain for art No it feels like storms Oh no, it feels like storms Mistaking my pain for art (you know I am) Mistaking my pain for art (you know I am) Mistaking my pain for art (you know I am) Mistaking my pain for art (you know I am) Mistaking my pain for art (you know I am) Mistaking my pain for art (you know I am)