Shout Me Out

Storm, cast me out.
So I can feel it in another way,
I won't talk about.
Warm passenger's high.
If I could feed it for another day it might run me dry.
I know the season's evolved to a 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 yourreason 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 the 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.