|
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 |
