Well there's not another soul,
I need to see tonight, so honey cut the lights,
And lock the door behind you.
I could remind you.
That the boy at the bar,
Ain't got enough scars, to even hold a match,
To what we are.
I could write to you,
But I don't try to.
Cause I've seen you rope the wind,
Half a dozen times.
And the way you wash the waves away,
From everything, anytime.
You were born for chasing storms,
With that lightening in your eyes,
But honey, you leave me on the brightside.
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Well there's not another girl,
That lives inside a song, that tells me that I'm wrong,
Quite the way that you do.
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And I'll always miss the way,
I used to stay up late, and write some pretty things,
About someone like you.
I could remind you,
But I don't try to.
Cause I've seen you rope the wind,
Half a dozen times.
And the way you wash the waves away,
From everything, anytime.
You were born for chasing storms,
With that lightening in your eyes,
But honey, you leave me on the brightside.
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I guess that we'll just dance with ghosts,
Deny the things that we feel the most,
Leave an empty t-shirt on the bedpost.
I should've said so...
Cause I've seen you rope the wind,
Half a dozen times.
With the way you wash the waves away,
From everything, anytime.
You were born for chasing storms,
With that lightening in your eyes,
But honey, you leave me on the brightside.
Honey, you leave me on the brightside.