St. Paul & The Broken Bones - Hurricanes

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

I feel you coming like
Hurricanes and dynamite
I feel you coming like
Hurricanes and dynamite

Camellias rusting on the vine
Strangled by hands that are hardened in the hot furnace 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 dynamite
I feel you coming like
Hurricanes and dynamite

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 up, sweet light
Breathe it in, breathe it out
There's no ??
And if it comes
But it's
Fill me up, fill me up
Don't you ever take me
Fill me up with light