Hurricane by Streamline

(You can find this song in the iPod on the side. Personally one of my favorites)

You shimmer like the Northern Star and I’m just the guy with the telescope on the ground
You’re rushing like a waterfall and I’m just the dribbling of a faucet that won’t turn off
I got concrete shoes, and you’re strapped to rockets,
If it’s sink or swim, then I’m swiftly drowning
I’m on the ocean floor and you’re out of the atmosphere

Why do I not see this coming?
The more I try, the less you’re enamored
When it all plays out, well who was I kidding?
To say you’re out of my league doesn’t start to explain it
I’m a drop of rain and baby you’re a hurricane

I whipped out the big guns, aimed to impress,
centered those cross-hairs on your chest
crossed my fingers, pulled the trigger
just hoping for the best
you probably wish the bullet had caught my head
but it landed in my foot instead

Why do I not see this coming?
The more I try, the less you’re enamored
When it all plays out, well who was I kidding?
To say you’re out of my league is a kind understatement
I’m a drop of rain and baby you’re a hurricane

Those chemicals made synapses fire,
made illogical seem probable
Like a cannon ball, I’m bound to soar and fall
I’m just a lead balloon, you’re anti-gravitational.
And I’m out of my head

Why do I not see this coming?
When the more I try, the less you’re enamored
When it all plays out, well who was I kidding?
To say you’re out of my league doesn’t start to explain it
I’m just a drop of rain and baby you’re a…

But if I had what I want, I’d get you off and I’d turn you on
And I’d have what I need, to bring down a goddess to her knees
I’d sell my soul to know, what to give to the girl who’s got it all
I’d conjure the winds to blow and knock you off of that pedestal
I’m calling your bluff, and I bet it all so you better fold
If I don’t strike gold, what’s left to give when you got it all?