The Hurricane

The Hurricane
I see your shape outlined in a darkened room
No matter where I, I stare
Maybe it's the world as far as I can see
Little machines, whirring
On a cold day, I can hear the sound of birds
In the speakers, singing
A hurricane, the coming hurricane
Falling down, getting up again

Let the water rise and be
Push and shove and comfort me
Come for me, you'll come for me
Spread a map for eyes that see
Release the winds, release the fog
The sky will dry like alcohol
Release the winds, release the fog
The world will be a waterfall
Release the winds, release the fog
The sky's been driving, catching all
Let the water rise and be
Push and shove and comfort me
Come for me, you'll come for me
Spread a map for eyes that see
Let the water rise and be
Push and shove and comfort me
Come for me, you'll come for me
Come for me, you'll come for me