She's screaming at him
but the thunder comes white
she's screaming out loud
but he thinks she's alright.
He can't understand
what she's saying
and her tears don't help at all
she's pulling her hair,
asking for help
but it's a noiseless call.
He waits
standing in the middle of the ocean
wearing a tux the color of remorse
and he still can't hear,
all her commotion,
a tears slips down to their divorce.
She hides inside her agony
for what seems to set on fire
but still she seems to entice him
she's still his only fair desire.
Why weren't they meant to be
what really tore them apart
even after they are divorced
their still in love with each others heart.
And he still can't hear her screams
because they're not screams at all
and hear to watch another tear
slowly, surely fall.
And he still can't make out what she's saying, if only he really knew, for she's screaming at the very top of her lungs, baby I'll always love you.'
