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
1 | The Unholy |
2 | Violence |
3 | Dirty Glow |
4 | Nanny's World |
5 | Bitter and Sweet |
6 | Milky White |
7 | Morning Music |
8 | Saturday Night |
9 | Wholeness Sounds |
10 | Vacancies |