I stay chasing crazy storms
Never allowing myself the time to mourn
Gusts of wind make my body sway
I try to make them stay
Sirens warning me in the distance
Yet for their love I forever show persistence
So beautiful at the sights
Bursts of light
That look so right
At all heights
Throughout the night
In the morning when you see the damage from your guilty pleasure
Will you still treat it as your treasure?
For love, what is your measure?