shattered sunlight on the floor
hidin' the room that is made of fathers
sons
and other ghost
stained glass memories in the fog
we lost our refuge
the creatures made of plastic and of smoke
i feel you comin' like
hurricanes
and i don't mind
i feel you comin' like
hurricanes
and i don't mind
chameleons restin' on the vine
strangled by hands that are hidin' in the heart
finest glow
button wood trees took us all
church full of strangers
who choke on words
made of thorns and gold
i feel you comin' like
hurricanes
and i don't mind
i feel you comin' like
hurricanes
and i don't mind
is it warm
is it cold
is there hope inside there
is it right
is it wrong
does it feel just right now
take me out
sweet light
breathe it in
breathe it out
there's no added room for
nothing comes
nothing goes
but it's pleased to go far
fill me up
feel me out
won't you ever take me
fill me up with light
is it warm
is it cold
is there hope inside there
is it right
is it wrong
does it feel just right
now
take me in
take me out
won't you ever take me
take me out
sweet light