A hand full of hurricanes Wrong side of my window pane From these walls I draw power to these hands To these hands
I want to be be on my own But please don't leave me alone I want there to be a way For us to live and me to stay From these dark corners I call the sun, I call the sun but it does not come But it does not come
Oh how I miss my selves (2x)
Well now I know real spite I could be a grown up overnight With childhood long from sight I'm a victim in my own right
Oh how I miss my selves (2x)
A hand full of hurricanes The wallpaper hides the shame While the truth is sliding down the walls