Dark Corners - Rose Kemp

A hand full of hurricanes

Wrong side of my window pane

From these walls I draw power to these hands

To these hands

I want to be be on my own

But please don’t leave me alone

I want there to be a way

For us to live and me to stay

From these dark corners

I call the sun, I call the sun but it does not come

But it does not come

Oh how I miss my selves (2x)

Well now I know real spite

I could be a grown up overnight

With childhood long from sight

I’m a victim in my own right

Oh how I miss my selves (2x)

A hand full of hurricanes

The wallpaper hides the shame

While the truth is sliding down the walls