Hurricane - Bush

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

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

good to see you follow

good to see you come again

(all these miles of water)