When The Windows Shook - Paper Aeroplanes

Another story breaking in a safe and sleepy town

Awoke to feel the fury of the fuel from underground

There’s money in the harbor, it’s a blessing and a curse

There’s houses on the hillside, sigh, safety in a purse

And the wind and the rain ran away with us And the newspapers no longer stain

There was cold in your bones when the windows shut

Like the black smoke has blown from my eyes

And there’s a scar on the hillside

Tremors travel far but I don’t feel them like you do Remind you you’re human and remind of what we’ll lose

There’s money in the harbor it’s a blessing and a curse

There’s houses on the hillside, safety in a purse

And we pray for the rain and the wind to drop

For the calm in the eye of the storm

There was cold in your bones when the windows shook

Like the black smoke has blown from my eyes

There’s a scar on the hillside

And we pray for the rain and the wind to drop

For the calm in the eye of the storm

There was cold in your bones when the windows shook

Like the black smoke has blown from my eyes

There’s a scar on the hillside

And we pray for the rain and the wind to drop

For the calm in the eye of the storm

There was cold in your bones when the windows shook

Like the black smoke has blown from my eyes

There’s a scar on the hillside