Knock down the !@#$ door and make you knuckles bleed if you need something more than what we all hold onto. So, good morning Storm, like every time you're close I can't be anywhere else.
Wrong place, I love the thrill of a wrong place, I keep on surviving in the wrong place. It just tells me I'm not dead yet.
And every lone wolf met had a story to tell and a scar to be proud of. Well, whatever they left is here in my bones. And before the hurricane, don't you feel too small, just keep looking for new stones to cast.

Wrong place, I love the thrill of a wrong place, I keep on surviving in the wrong place. It just tells me I'm not dead yet.
Cause in the end, it's just a matter of a wrong or of a right place. And I love the thrill of a wrong place and I'll keep on searching for something like this 'till the day I'll find the spark I'm looking for.