Hurricanes - St. Paul & The Broken Bones

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, finest glow

Button wood 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