It's a stormy weather,
But it doesn't matter,
What it means to me,
What you do or see.

It's a stormy weather,
But it doesn't matter,
When you close your eyes,
You can touch the skies.

It's a stormy weather,
But it doesn't matter,
What you find that's there,
In the dusty shelf.

Although you see what's infront of you,
You ignore it,
Like you never realize.

It's a stormy weather in my heart
There's a fimiliar feeling,
And i calls you bad,
To solve what's gone mad.

It's a stormy weather,
But it doesn't matter,
What it means to me,
What you do or see.

You'd try to find what happened,
Without knowing what's faded,
And find it all dusty,
And unsolved.

It's a stormy weather,
But it doesn't matter,
What it means to me,
What you do or see.