The Hurricane

I see your shape outlined in a darkened room

No matter where, I stare

Maybe it's the world as far as I can see

Little machines, whirr whirr whirring

On a cold day I can hear the sound of birds

In the speakers, singing

A hurricane, the coming hurricane

Falling down and getting up again

Let the water rise and be

Push & shove & comfort me

Come for me, you’ll come for me

Spread a map for eyes that see

Release the wind, release the fog

These girls are drunk alcohol

Release the wind, release the fog

The world will be a waterfall

Release the wind, release the fog

These girls are drunk alcohol

Release the wind, release the fog

The world will be a waterfall

Release the wind, release the fog

The rocks beneath will catch it all