He was hurricane
And I was a paper plane
I stood and watched all the skies go grey
But I flew in them anyway
He was a wildfire
And I was a winter pine
I watched the sparks inflame the darkest woods
And surround me where I stood
Midnight dances turn to lonely nights
Vivid colors fade to black and white
Small town story lost in city rush
It was right and it was wrong and it was wild and now it's dust
He was a raging sea
And I was sailing free
But I got caught up in the treacherous tides
Where the waves and my fears collide
Midnight dances turn to lonely nights
Vivid colors fade to black and white
Small town story lost in city rush
It was right and it was wrong and it was wild and now it's dust
We were a ticking bomb
I knew that we would go off
And when we did he left me in his wake
To clean up the mess that we made
Midnight dances turn to lonely nights
Vivid colors fade to black and white
Small town story lost in city rush
It was right and it was wrong and it was wild
It was right and it was wrong and it was wild and now it's dust
He was hurricane
And I was a paper plane