Hurricane
(behind the couch)
Low rise, long fall
Not what you had in mind at all
You hold onto hope, you long
For more than nothing in their song
They won't step down from pride
Another face turned to it's side
A fake smile, in a false town
You're keeping up, but they keep you down
You look around at where you stand,
And lay your head between your hands...
Well I bet you thought you'd have it
Figured out by now
And still you think you're gonna see
A little sunshine...
In your mind, you've got a voice,
But you can't speak through all the noise
Said strong, a sad plea,
Made for your eyes, but can you see
Your place hot, but not so bright,
But you can't cry to save your life,
When standing half way through the door
Wont cut it for you anymore
Well I bet you thought you'd have it
Figured out by now
And still you think you're gonna see
A little sunshine...
Through hurricane,
You can't hide from panic
Or from pain
But when they ask, you're gonna tell them
That you're feeling fine...
Well I bet you thought you'd have it
Figured out by now
And still you think you're gonna see
A little sunshine...
Through hurricane,
You can't hide from panic
Or from pain
But when they ask, you're gonna tell them
That you're feeling fine...
Well I bet you thought you'd have it
Figured out by now
And still you think you're gonna see
A little sunshine...
Through hurricane,
You can't hide from panic
Or from pain
But when they ask, you're gonna tell them
That you're feeling fine...
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