Forget about frowning baby the drowning feels so good.
In your hurricane, I wash ashore, if I could die, I would.
I'd let the sight of your aggression, paralyze me whole.
I'd give myself to your possession, your storm controls my soul.
Forgive me for all the attention, I reach for what I fear-
To crawl forever for your affection if it takes a year-
Or more, I'm sure, ashore Ill die before my heart for you will wane
If it means I can feel close to you, I'll choose your hurricane.