yeah in all this stormy weather, maybe i've found meaning
streaking the sky with your paintbrush, i can feel the pain rush in, it's like taking a beating
but it's good
i've found something worth living, a cause worth believing in
cause we're breathing in this oxygen and panicking, breathe back out again
in all this fright and misery, maybe i've found meaning
(it gets in my lungs it gets in my soul
slash through the canvas i'm out of control)
throw colors at the sky i watch them fly past
while supplies last i might see if i can make them fly faster
and while you were sleeping i caught a dream out of your head and spun a web
over your body and the ceiling over your bed, to catch the other falling stars
but while i'm waiting, might as well make this one red
i'm the storm in your sleep, i can make your eyes weep the oceans
but you can't see me
until you wake up