Bush
"Hurricane"


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 

[?!?]
over to you to make it work 

ages have changed [?] 
i'd rather starve than fake alive 
lost to the cities of the night 
lost in the world to make it right 

[chorus] 
heart 
break 
heart-break and novocain 
whoa help the pain 
i'm out of control 
i'm a hurricane 
hitting it hard, i'm broken down 
i'm out of control, i'm in a hurricane 

win some ground but lose you 
it's never explained how to make it through 
no rope, no cash no serpentine 
our love, building on a bonfire 

[chorus] 

good to see you follow 
good to see you come again 

[chorus]