Hurricane - Bush

Skies ripped open by the sun
Daylight comes but not soon enough
Speed down your track in search of you
Strapped to the back of what we do

Anaesthetize these troubled nerves
Over to you to make it work

Agents of change set headfires
I'd rather starve than fake alive
Lost to the cities of the night
Lost in the world to make it right

Novocaine won't help the pain
I'm out of control
I'm a hurricane
Head and heart are broken down
Out of control, I'm in a hurricane

Win some ground but I lose you
It's never explained how to make it through
No rope, no cash, no serpentine
All love buried on a bonfire


Good to see you follow
Good to see you come again


Miles of Water

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