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