Hurricanes

(album: Young Sick Camellia - 2018)

Shattered sunlight on the floor
Hiding the room that is made of fathers, sons, and other ghost
Stained glass memories in the fog
We lost our refuge, the creatures made of plastic and of smoke

I feel you coming like
Hurricanes, and I don't mind
I feel you coming like
Hurricanes, and I don't mind

Chameleons resting on the vine
Strangled by hands that are hiding in the heart, finest glow
Button wood trees took us all
Church full of strangers, who choke on words
Made of thorns and gold

I feel you coming like
Hurricanes, and I don't mind
I feel you coming 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