Hurricanes

Shattered sunlight on the floor

Hidin' the room that is made of fathers, sons and other ghost

Stained glass memories in the fog

We lost our refuge, the creatures made of plastic and of smoke

I feel you comin' like

Hurricanes, and I don't mind

I feel you comin' like

Hurricanes, and I don't mind

Chameleons restin' on the vine

Strangled by hands that are hidin' in the heart, final glow

Button trees took us all

Church full of strangers, who choke on words

Made of thorns and gold

I feel you comin' like

Hurricanes, and I don't mind

I feel you comin' like

Hurricanes, and I don't mind

Is it warm, is it cold

Is there hope inside there

Is it right, is it wrong

Does it feel just right, now?

Take me out, sweet light

Breathe it in, breathe it out

There's no added room for

Nothing comes, nothing goes

But it's pleased to go far

Fill me up, feel me out

Won't you ever take me

Fill me up with light

Is it warm, is it cold?

Is there hope inside there?

Is it right, is it wrong?

Does it feel just right, now?

Take me in, take me out

Won't you ever take me

Take me out, sweet light