Storm LexMorris, BOIK

You came in low
With a torn-up sky
Bent the gate
And spilled the night

I shut the door
You found the seams
Cold on the glass
Like a bad dream

And I hear you coming
Across the field
Tall and hungry
Hard to heal

My hands keep shaking
But I stay
Right at the window
Don’t look away

Storm, storm
Take your name
Storm, storm
I won’t break

Storm, storm
Wash me clean
Storm, storm
Then leave me

Mud on the boots
And ash on the porch
Lemon tree bruised
Bent like before

The power cuts
The house goes still
I light one match
Against your will

And I hear you coming
Across the field
Tall and hungry
Hard to heal

My hands keep shaking
But I stay
Right at the window
Don’t look away

Storm, storm
Take your name
Storm, storm
I won’t break

Storm, storm
Wash me clean
Storm, storm
Then leave me

If you’re a lesson
I read it wrong
If you’re a warning
Then linger long

I’ve seen you turn
The road to black
Still I stand here
Looking back

Storm, storm
Take your name
Storm, storm
I won’t break

Storm, storm
Wash me clean
Storm, storm
Then leave me

Storm, storm
Make your mark
Storm, storm
Then give me dawn