Send out the mourning birds

To sing of the damage

Now that the calms return

I know I can't manage

You're standing in my doorway

Go easy

Sleep in my bed

The steady murmur

Always in my head

You're the finest thing that I've done

A hurricane I'll never outrun

I could wait around the dust to still

But I don't believe that it ever will

And since the roof fell in

? what matters

Calling 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

A hurricane I'll never outrun

I could wait around the dust to still

But I don't believe that it ever will

You're the finest thing that I've done

A hurricane I'll never outrun

I could wait around the dust to still

But I don't believe that it ever will

But I don't believe that it ever will