Cling to a little piece of this
Can't put a finger on what I would miss
Stars fading faster than
Anything I can wish
Sink into another kiss
The moon is high, our seats are back
Can't put a finger on
A thing I lack
Maybe the saving grace
Is how it gets replaced
And soon forgotten in our haste

Storm warning, even though
There is no storm, it's just the radio
Time and temperature
Don't want to know
Hold on, till it's time to go, just
Hold on, till it's time to go

I am transparent as a dream
My skin remembers
Though it doesn't say a thing
It only knows to burn
Some people never learn
Most aren't even listening
Is it the way you stop and start
Is it the way you keep on
holding out your heart
Only to pull it back
I can relate to that
I think I know right where it's at

Storm warning, even though
There is no storm, it's just the radio
Time and temperature
Don't want to know
Hold on, till it's time to go, just
Hold on, till it's time to go

Hold on, hold on
Hold on, till it's time to go...