STORMY

Words by Cole Tyler Hottenrott

Music by Cole Tyler Hottenrott / Dave Gambon

On every wall of every hall, a portraits hung. 
Memories of what was said and what is done. 
and I’m not sorry, no I’m not the guilty one. 
Don’t you try to tell me that I am just making it up. 

Girl, you know it's so unfair. 
I’m so sick of waiting here, in this house of hell, 
Stormy, when you are there. 

I’m still haunted by the stench of rotten affairs. 
and I can hear the whispers everywhere. 
I know the fear I have ain’t going away. 
Don’t you see that I am doing the best I can… 

Girl, you know it's so unfair. 
I’m so sick of living here, in this house of hell, 
Stormy, when you are there. 

On every wall of every hall, a portraits hung. 
Memories of what was said and what you’ve done. 
and I’m not sorry, no I’m not the guilty one. 
Don’t you try to tell me that I am just making it up. 

Girl, you know it's so unfair. 
I’m so sick of waiting here, in this house of hell, 
Stormy, when you are there.