You were just like the thunderstorm

That created a wreck last night.

At first he was a gentle blow

The small trees swayed to his rhythm

Just like a million admirers

But stood there a tree, tall and firm

Knew exactly what damage his charm could do

But then he became strong, with every blow 

He took a piece of her

She knew she could never retrieve

And clearly she was losing to the thunderstorm

Even though she could see the fallen flora

She couldn't help the way he made her feel

Vivid and alive

He was her drug and she, his addict

And then happened what was expected

Lightning struck and he got wilder

Pushing her down and breaking her roots

And just like those million admirers, she crashed

Beaten and helpless

You were just like the thunderstorm

That created a wreck last night,

And I was just like the firm tree

That lost her soul last night.