There's a hurricane looming over us, but we're faster and have been outrunning the rains for as long as we can. The clouds won't stop chasing us and the road ahead is dark and dangerous, with the unknown opening its arms, ready to envelop us at a moment's notice. It won't end until we're ready and if it doesn't work this time, we can always try again. That's the thing about our kind of love. Even when it seems like everything is over, there's that chance to start over and get it right. But how many more chances are there before it's finally over?