Wes Mack - Edge of the Storm Lyrics
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Edge of the Storm
Edge of the Storm Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Edge of the Storm By Wes Mack?
There's a feeling in the air
Air we're breathing in Heating up our hearts and cooling down our skin I see it in your eyes Right on the horizon Coming down, straight for us now We're on the edge of the storm Right on the line, let yourself go Find a little trouble in the lightning So it's right to the bone, 'til there's nothing to hide Just you and I On the edge of the storm Throw caution to the wind Wind at our backs, backs to the ground Laying, listen to the sky crash down Down on us Feel the rush of the rain Come on baby, do you feel the same? We're on the edge of the storm Right on the line, let yourself go Baby, find a little trouble in the lightning So it's right to the bone, 'til there's nothing to hide Just you and I On the edge of the storm On the edge of the storm If it gets cold, I'ma keep you warm Help us find shelter in each other's arms Can you feel that thunder comin' on strong? Yeah, yeah We're on the edge of the storm Right on the line, let yourself go Find a little trouble in the lightning We're on the edge of the storm Right on the line, let yourself go Baby, find a little trouble in the lightning So it's right to the bone, 'til there's nothing to hide Just you and I On the edge of the storm We're on the edge of the storm |
Who Wrote Edge of the Storm By Wes Mack?
Bruce Wallace, Wes Mack
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What's The Duration Of The Edge of the Storm By Wes Mack?The duration of Edge of the Storm is 3:34 minutes and seconds. |
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