Have you looked outside
To see the storm?
It's like a vision
Of Antioch besieged,
Or maybe the Hamburg firestorm
This place is awash
With electric lights
And I'm not keen
To go outside
When things are quite this volatile
It's too scary
And I'm easily scared.

It's like the time I raised an awkward issue
And you came crashing down
All fists flailing and boots thrashing at my ribcage
And the time you said something cruel
And I went crazy
And twitched and threw myself against the wall again

I'd give my body and soul
To face the storm with you