Maybe your love was like Bermuda's Triangle
Felt myself going down the tidal flow
You push and pull me around
Maybe I was born to go down in the storm
I'm still here chasing you while you're making
A hurricane, a hurricane
You're still the reason I'm barely breathing
Holding my breath so this can last
Maybe your love was like the setting sun
Beautiful while you're here, then you're gone
You push and pull me around
But maybe you were born, to guide me through the storm
So I'm still here chasing you while you're making
A hurricane, a hurricane
You're still the reason I'm barely breathing
Holding my breath so this can last
Under the lion's share of the chaos here
Carrying all the weight, while you make me wait
There's no end in sight, on the edge of the knife
Where do I go, the hurricane never slows
Oh, it never slows