So long, so long living, with these heavy clouds, following me. Can't go, can't go on running, with these muddy roads, holding my feet. Need one of these storms, one of these storms, one of these storms, to wash me clean. So long, i've spent so long, just living, with these heavy clothes, upon my skin. So long, so long thinking, these sleepless nights, they keep me thin. I need one of these storms, one of these storms, one of these storms, to wash me clean. I need one of these storms, one of these storms, one of these storms, to wash me clean.