Her Moods Are Volatile Announcements

Her moods are like ever-changing rain clouds Some days I just want to float with her And whatever enshrouds, I'm happy inside Drifting over oceans and deserts bestir … And not spill a drop of blood, not a residue a tear Some day's I'm happy for her to chauffeur. But her moods are like volatile announcements Some days there's this dark thunder inside That disembowels and leaves no place to hide Her disappointments they're tearfully exemplified Her emotions are lightning bolts electrified When a storm must give up being soundless. It's then, it's then I want to run And take cover and shelter… Ooh, it's then, I feel the cold. Ooh its then, its then, It's then I wonder will the sun ever shine again… Oh, her moods are like ever-changing rain clouds Yes, the subject is sore; at times it's a game of volleyball But that only makes me want to love her more.