Thunder nights and I’m with you.
Believing that you’re looking me through.
Feeling your hands touching my hair,
but what you see is just a curtain flare.
I know you love this windy layer,
but you don’t realize I’m breathing air.
I can’t see you neither I can hear.
You’re also alone as like me,
so you come near to set self free.
Difference is just I’m a wind-ow.
And you are some one’s widow.
So, it’s up to you how you thrive.
But still your presence
make me feel alive.