I sit all alone in my room.
Trying to figure out how I fell for you so soon.
I stand up to walk around and all I feel is a "boom."
Seems like I've gotten myself in a love typhoon.

I rest my head on my pillow.
Breathless, since I've gotten caught up in your glow.
I let out a smile as I list the reasons in my head.
This happens every night; I want to keep you warm in bed.

I often wonder why you love me the way that you do.
I'm no one special, hell, no one else can suffice the way that you do.
You shine out of this world while I fade away with just a glimpse of you.
And all our little jokes--they all played a role and formed all that I feel for you.

In this typhoon, everything is perfect.
Maybe not to everyone's perception of perfection.
But, it's enough to make me think about you.
And trust me, you're all that I think of.

Take a second to reminisce our conversations.
I promise that you'll get caught up in this love typhoon too.
If not, give it a second, and I'll sweep you off your feet.
I'll catch you, I'll be quick, just like my heartbeat.

I'll forever be thankful for this typhoon filled with you.
I'll forever stay here just to feel your presence.
Love typhoon, such perfection.
Much like you, in my perception.