Storm - Famba, Kyra Mastro

I’m feeling numb most days, most days

I don’t even mind the rain, the rain

I’m all out of complaints these days

I got nothing to say (I got nothing to say)

Head’s feeling heavy, clouds are rolling

Stuck in the same, keeps me in holding

Waiting too long just to feel

The storm is coming on, on, on

I feel it coming on, on, on

The storm is coming on, on, on

I feel it coming, I feel it coming

I feel it, I feel it come

I feel it, I feel it come

I feel it, I feel it come

I feel it coming on

I feel it come

I feel it come

I feel it come

I feel it coming on

It’s been a while since I’ve felt a thing

And I got nothing left to say

I know that it’s hailing bullets

I know I can’t control

I’m ready for a change

Head’s feeling heavy, clouds are rolling

Stuck in the same, keeps me in holding

Waiting too long just to feel

The storm is coming on, on, on

I feel it coming on, on, on

The storm is coming on, on, on

I feel it coming, I feel it coming

I feel it, I feel it come

I feel it, I feel it come

I feel it, I feel it come

I feel it coming on

I feel it come

I feel it come

I feel it come

I feel it coming on

I feel it coming

The storm is coming

I feel it coming

The storm is coming on, on, on

I feel it coming on, on, on

The storm is coming on, on, on

I feel it coming, I feel it coming

I feel it come

I feel it come

I feel it come

I feel it coming on