Shane Smith, The Saints - All I See Is You

A storm's runnin' through the midwest
Like a bandit out on the loose
And all the clouds are black as night fall
But all I see is you
Rain's pourin' through the window panes
And the cracks in this roof
Tea's boilin' from the spout of the pot but
All I See is you

It's like the nights in Salt Lake City
Where the snow fell down too soon
People laughed and howled from their beers
But all I could see was you

And I remember our first night abroad
As the sun traded ships with the moon
It was a lot to take it in for some eyes from east Texas
But all I could see was you
'Cause all I ever see is you