Hurricanes

Shattered sunlight on the floor
 Hidin' the room that is made of fathers, sons, and other ghost
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 Stained glass memories in the fog
 We lost our refuge, the creatures made of plastic and of smoke
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 I feel you comin' like
 Hurricanes, and I don't mind
 I feel you comin' like
 Hurricanes, and I don't mind
 Chameleons restin' on the vine
 Strangled by hands that are hidin' in the heart, finest glow
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 Button wood trees took us all
 Church full of strangers, who choke on words
 Made of thorns and gold
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 I feel you comin' like
 Hurricanes, and I don't mind
 I feel you comin' like
 Hurricanes, and I don't mind
 Is it warm, is it cold
 Is there hope inside there
 Is it right, is it wrong
 Does it feel just right now
 Take me out, sweet light
 Breathe it in, breathe it out
 There's no added room for
 Nothing comes, nothing goes
 But it's pleased to go far
 Fill me up, feel me out
 Won't you ever take me
 Fill me up with light
 Is it warm, is it cold
 Is there hope inside there
 Is it right, is it wrong
 Does it feel just right, now
 Take me in, take me out
 Won't you ever take me
 Take me out, sweet light