Besedila: Bush. Golden State. Hurricane.

:
skies ripped open by the sun
daylight comes but not soon enough
i speed down your track in search of you
strapped to the back of what we do
anesthetize these troubled nerves
over to you to make it work
agents of change set headfires
i'd rather starve than fake alive
lost to the cities of the night
lost in the world of make it right

heartbreak heartbreaking
novocaine won't help the pain

i'm out of control
i'm in a hurricane
head and heart have broken down
out of control i'm in a hurricane
hurricane...

win some ground but lose you
it's never explained how to make it through
no rope no cash - no serpentine
all love buried on a bonfire

heartbreak heartbreaking
novocaine won't help the pain
i'm out of control
i'm in a hurricane
head and heart have broken down
hurricane

good to see you follow
good to see you come again
hurricane...

all these miles of water
hurricane
all these miles of water

out of control
i'm in a hurricane...