Never heard a tornado siren But I've drawn twisters on foggy windowpanes And whenever the wind picks up I dig my feet into the ground and say that I'm not afraid Of being swept away Oh, what pretty lies these lips can say
Thunderous cries, that voice from the sky Call it fiction, call it fate, but when I make a mistake Can I claim it as my own? Is there anything that I can call my own?
What can these hands ever really hold? You say you love me and I know, I know But it's hard with my heart still at home And your words are trembling air when I wish they'd pile up like snow Cause they say a fickle mind forgets When people are put under stress And when the wind picks up again I want to know that you'll still love me then
Never dipped a toe in the ocean But in my dreams I've walked across her floor I've thrown stones on open water And I've traced tidal waves inside of my car door
Planet dressed in blue She asks, "who are you praying to?" Call it fiction, call it hope Tell me out here in my boat Is there somewhere I can go with something I can call my own?
What can these hands ever really hold? You say you love me and I know, I know But it's hard to be so far from home Wish your words would melt into the sea you left me in to float Cause they say a fickle mind forgets And love becomes a blurry silhouette So when the waves pick up again I want to know that you'll still love me
Never heard a tornado siren But I've been understood by drops of falling rain We can feel when the storms pick up but It'll take more than wind to break this seasick weathervaneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
