Miami melting eyes light 
Hours passes 
The weeks turn into months 
Such recovery 

Such a long way home 
Light rain on the street 
Bars full of people 
I will meet 
with the storm 

There are so many noise 
Although calm 
sense of silence 
It's not about you 

Everything seemed slowed down 
Little fog on the street 
I'm waiting for someone 
But I need to meet 
with the storm