Medicine – Broods

I guess this is another one for you. Maybe I will move on one day but it isn’t today.

And you’re my storm
I can’t compete
And I’m forlorn
I’m moving only on your breeze
And I’ll never be free
And I’ll never be free

When I’ve got nothing left to lose
I wonder what I’ll find
Without the simple sigh of you
To give me peace in mind

But you’re my storm
I can’t compete
And I’m forlorn
I’m moving only on your breeze
And I’ll never be free
And I’ll never be free