storm coming in, and hail the size of quarters turn the radio down, yeah they’re always trying to warn you with the static crying and the water rising on road but you built this place out of lust and blood, dug the lines to feed it, fed the bones you dug to the dogs come creeping all mange and mud, their wild eyes shining at you, starved for love get back little doggies, i am not your man i was never the savior of anything just a hungry laborer, reticent, to belong to a world that so soon forgets
storm coming in, and you are no performer but your hair stands up for the thunder of a story and the night is howling and the hawks and owls calling your name so you climb to the roof where you can see the town, and the cars all packed hatches boarded down and the trees bent back, till they kiss the ground, limbs all awry, limbs all around snap back sweet branches i am not alone i was never the champion of anyone just a hungry man, all flesh and bone, dug deep inside of my sunken home
but they’ll never find me, now that i’m flying, oh how they’ll weep and moan i’ll be a tale to tell, a page to fill and sell, the man who closed the eye of the storm
storm coming in, and people say they saw it just a hungry man, with his arms out on the turret like a raven’s wings, they can’t even be certain what they saw but he took to the sky like a black balloon, rising higher and higher in the storm he flew like a warning beacon, like the rectitude, like fire get back little brother, close the kitchen door there is nobody out there in the thunderstorm just a hungry soul, rising from the floor, to the sky but they’ll never find me, now that i’m flying, oh how they’ll weep and moan i’ll be a tale to tell, a page to fill and sell, the man who closed the eye of the stormTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
