The Hurricane

I see your shape outlined in a darkened room
No matter where, I stare
Maybe it's the world as far as I can see
Little machines, whirr whirr whirring
On a cold day I can hear the sound of birds
In the speakers, singing
A hurricane, the coming hurricane
Falling down and getting up again

Let the water rise and be
Push & shove & comfort me
Come for me, you'll come for me
Spread a map for eyes that see
Release the wind, release the fog
The world will be a waterfall
The rocks beneath will catch it all