Private Storm - Sam Phillips
We lock the hurricane indoors
Looking for shelter we deny
And ignore
Afraid that our words bring clouds we talk in code
The thunder of cruel perfection covers love and we're cold
The private storm
And our souls are worn from the tears
The private storm
And it rages on through the years
No warning the ground pulls out from underneath
We tiptoe through air until we see the blood on
Their teeth
The private storm
And our souls are worn from the tears
The private storm
And it rages on through the years
Time doesn't heal
Scars turn into wounds
As we walk lightly
Silent screams in the storm
The private storm
And our souls are worn from the tears
The private storm
And it rages on through the years
The private storm
And our souls are worn from the tears
The private storm
And it rages on through the years