We lock the hurricane indoors Looking for shelter, we deny and ignore Afraid that our words bring clouds we talk in code The thunder or cruel perfection covers love And we're cold
The private storm And our souls are worn from the tears The private storm And it rages on through the years
No warning the ground pulls out from underneath We tiptoe through air until we see the blood on their teeth
Time doesn't heal, the scars turn into wounds As we walk lightly silent screams in the storm
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