You are a storm that leaves a wrecking path
But like a storm that is unaware of leaving this aftermath
Smiles and caresses careful contractions of my impertinent heart
What a pathetic fool I am think you still look like living art
Why can't you be a storm that leaves after wrecking a path?
Who leaves me be to deal with your aftermath
The cries of this impertinent heart
Will convince myself you were never a piece of worthy art
