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 getting 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)