Bush - Hurricane
Skies ripped open by the sun
Daylight comes but not soon enough
Speed down your track in search of you
Strapped to the back of what we do
? ?
Over to you to make it work
Ages have changed ?
I’d rather starve than fake alive
Lost to the cities of the night
Lost in the world to make it right
[chorus]
Heart
Break
Hreat-break and novocain
Whoa help the pain
I’m out of control
I’m a hurricane
Hitting it hard, I’m broken down
I’m out of control, I’m in a hurricane
Win some ground but lose you
It’s never explained how to make it through
No rope, no cash no serpentine
Our love, building on a bonfire
[chorus]
Good to see you follow
Good to see you come again
[chorus]
(all these miles of water)