Hurricane - The Hush Sound

Send out the morning birds to sing of the damage

Now that the calm’s returned, I know I can’t manage

You’re standing in my doorway, though he’s asleep in my bed

The steady murmur, always in my head.

You’re the finest thing that I’ve done, the hurricane I’ll never outrun

I could wait around for the dust to still, but I don’t believe that it ever

will.

And since the roof fell in, I’ll lean on what matters

Caught in the slightest wind, everything else unravels

You’re standing in my doorway seven cities ago

The days are racing, but you come back too slow.

You’re the finest thing that I’ve done, the hurricane I’ll never outrun

I could wait around for the dust to still, but I don’t believe that it ever

will.