I thought she was a hurricane She said I'm a storm Whispering old fairytales I'm turning on my own Would you come and blow with me Forever and a day I'm so glad to cross your way Said I, but I'm a tree I'm sorry please kill me I need you I'm sorry you missed me I could miss you I've been sober for a week I don't need to grow older And anyway tomorrow comes The season of the witch I'll be praying thunderstorms If you don't call the beast I'm the one to disappear She said I love you so But love isn't everything So Shut! said I and blow I'm sorry please kill me I need you I'm sorry you missed me I could miss you I've been sober for a week I don't need to grow older I've been sober for a week I don't need to grow older I've been sober for a week I don't need to grow older