The Hurricane

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

Let the water rise and be Push & shove & comfort me Come for me, you'll come for me Spread a map for eyes that see Release the wind, release the fog The world will be a waterfall The rocks beneath will catch it all