Paroles: Bush. Other. 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)