Storm, cast me out   So I can feel it in another way   I won't talk about   Warm passenger's high   If I could feel it for another day   It might run me dry      I know the season's evolved to freeze   Putting hearts in the balance here   It's up to your knees and it's shifting   Degrees and it's choking   Your atmosphere      Storm, wind me out   So I can feel it in another way   They won't talk about   Worn masochist's sigh   A distant figure in a photograph   Another eye      I know your reason is stalled   And your freedoms dissolved   In your passion dear   It's burning your eyes and it's   Killing your mind   And it's broken your atmosphere   But should you find it   Obscene in that grey   Old dramatics hear a young heart say   Lord if you've got lungs   C'mon shout me out      I know freeze has unthawed   And it's putting your love into   Action dear   It's off in the breeze and it's   Shifting degrees   And it's opened your atmosphere   So should you decide it's   Obscene in that grey   Old dramatics hear a young heart say   Lord if you've got lungs   C'mon shout me out