Sam Phillips - Private Storm Lyrics
We lock the hurricane indoorsLooking for shelter, we deny and ignoreAfraid that our words bring clouds we talk in codeThe thunder or cruel perfection covers loveAnd were coldThe private stormAnd our souls are worn from the tearsThe private stormAnd it rages on through the yearsNo warning the ground pulls out from underneathWe tiptoe through air until we see the blood on their teethTime doesnt heal, the scars turn into woundsAs we walk lightly silent screams in the storm