Zane Westwood

Half past three in the morning Is it that late already He hurries to his car On a deserted street Raindrops on the windshield A storm is in the air Fleeing from a motel The familiar road back And the thunder rolls All the lights are on In their house far away You waits by the phone With a faded duster on If only You could believe That You is mistaken And that it is because of the storm That he is not there yet And the lightning cracks And love burns Where You is touched And the storm rages on And the measure is full Deep in Your heart Where the thunder rolls You is already at the front door When he drives up the path Throws himself into my arms All her fear and regret But in the wind drifts a strange perfume A scent that sticks to him The lightning lights up her eyes And he knows she knows And the lightning cracks And love burns Where it is touched And the storm rages on And the measure is full Deep in Your heart Where the thunder rolls (You) and Zane, Lived together as lovers, but this night. The truth come out, you smell diffrent parfum on hes shirt...and what you do?.. 🦋🌜✨🌛🦋 enjoy