Everyday storms

she's looking tired she's got things on her mind
tremors from everyday storms
shoes untied tears uncried
dark fascinations from days gone behind

out in this circus her days just dissolve
into an endless ballet
people come people go
everyone losing their minds on the way

when we are lovers we'll share days of sun
and cold october holidays
we will be blessed with the best yet to come
and we'll find our love in the middle of an everyday storm

chimney sweeps stalking like black cartoon crows
over the roofs of the town
she goes on trying relying on angels that never come round

throw back the curtains step out and you'll find
the blue plastic pool of your youth
something so real something closer than truth
and we'll find it there in the middle
find our love in the middle of an everyday storm