Well I've been told of a hurricane,
The type of love where you forget your name
I ask the question almost every day,
When will it find me?
All around me castles falling down,
But they were never real anyhow
And through the story and through the sound
Come up above me
Who am I
But the dust of the most high
Drifting like I live in the summer sky
Hoping that one day I will see
That what's inside of you
Is what's inside of me
Out in a mist on a simple town