May Shouldnt be so Stormy by North Limb Lyrics
It’s another stormy may afternoon
And I’ve spent it on my floor
I’ve thought about you
I’ve written about you
How do you write a song?
Is it verse chorus, verse then chorus again
That’s a little boring wouldn’t you say?
I am not satisfied with anything I make
And I wish I could transfer my thoughts
Directly in your head
Who’s knocking at my window
Is it the rain or is it you?
Who’s shaking my walls
Is it the wind or is it my death?
May shouldn’t be this stormy
I’m scared to ask what June will look like
Can you hear me crying through the thunder?
“Please won’t you come back to me”
I wouldn’t call us poets
Although we’re still writing our lives
I wouldn’t call this story a pleasant one
Although I can’t see the ending quite yet
And when this chapter is done and
All of it has washed away
I’ll leave it on the windowsill of the room
Where you lived, I’ll lock the door behind me
I’m scared if I come back you’ll
Be knocking at the window asking to be let in
And all I’ll be able to say:
“I’m sorry”
I want to go with you
But I don’t know how to follow you
I want to go home
But I don’t know where it is
I am so far away from everyone
And I don’t know how to get back
This would be easier if you were here
We wouldn't have to be alone
I hope you can sleep tonight
I know I won’t be for long
Is that the wind pounding at my window?
Is that the rain pounding at my window?
Is that you pounding at my window?
Please would you knock at my window, this once?
I’d let you in I swear
You won’t have to weather that storm anymore
Just ask, Just ask
I’ll answer, I’ll answer I swear
I’ll answer you
“Are you happy with what you’ve made?”
“No I actually don’t like it at all”
“Why don’t you like it?”
“It’s just noise, sounds
It doesn’t mean anything it just kind of exists
It’s doesn't do anything more, it’s not interesting
I just don’t like it”
“Well, what would you do to change it?”
“I’d destroy it. I’d destroy it all”
And I’ve spent it on my floor
I’ve thought about you
I’ve written about you
How do you write a song?
Is it verse chorus, verse then chorus again
That’s a little boring wouldn’t you say?
I am not satisfied with anything I make
And I wish I could transfer my thoughts
Directly in your head
Who’s knocking at my window
Is it the rain or is it you?
Who’s shaking my walls
Is it the wind or is it my death?
May shouldn’t be this stormy
I’m scared to ask what June will look like
Can you hear me crying through the thunder?
“Please won’t you come back to me”
I wouldn’t call us poets
Although we’re still writing our lives
I wouldn’t call this story a pleasant one
Although I can’t see the ending quite yet
And when this chapter is done and
All of it has washed away
I’ll leave it on the windowsill of the room
Where you lived, I’ll lock the door behind me
I’m scared if I come back you’ll
Be knocking at the window asking to be let in
And all I’ll be able to say:
“I’m sorry”
I want to go with you
But I don’t know how to follow you
I want to go home
But I don’t know where it is
I am so far away from everyone
And I don’t know how to get back
This would be easier if you were here
We wouldn't have to be alone
I hope you can sleep tonight
I know I won’t be for long
Is that the wind pounding at my window?
Is that the rain pounding at my window?
Is that you pounding at my window?
Please would you knock at my window, this once?
I’d let you in I swear
You won’t have to weather that storm anymore
Just ask, Just ask
I’ll answer, I’ll answer I swear
I’ll answer you
“Are you happy with what you’ve made?”
“No I actually don’t like it at all”
“Why don’t you like it?”
“It’s just noise, sounds
It doesn’t mean anything it just kind of exists
It’s doesn't do anything more, it’s not interesting
I just don’t like it”
“Well, what would you do to change it?”
“I’d destroy it. I’d destroy it all”