Hurricane Season Songtext

David Gray

von Gold In A Brass Age

Hurricane Season Songtext
This is hurricane season
Hurricane season, yeah

Just how did I get so tired and mean?
With eyes that flicker like a movie screen
A brand new callin'
Same old deluge
Put finer feelings in the centrifuge

It gets as if the merest breath of wind could know me down
Gets as if the merest breath of wind could know me down
And this is hurricane season

Straight from the ocean, all shiny white
Can't get that image out of my head tonight

It gets as if the merest breath of wind could know me down
It gets as if the merest breath of wind could know me down
It gets as if the merest breath of wind could know me down
And this is hurricane season
Hurricane season
And this is hurricane season

And what do we do?
And what do we do, but make believe?
So what do we do? Yeah
And what do we do, but make believe?
What do we do? Yeah
And what do we do, but make believe?
What do we do? Yeah
And what do we do, but make believe?
What do we do? Yeah
And what do we do, but make believe?
What do we do? Yeah

This is hurricane season
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