Woorden: A Fine Frenzy. Bomb In A Birdcage. Elements.

You show up like a hurricane, all hungry-eyed and weather-stained
The clock forgets to tick and I the same

I died the day you disappeared, so why would you be welcome here?
Ride the wind that brought you back away

No you can't come in
No you can't come in

I cannot stop my rebel hands from pulling out the pots and pans
I left you in the cold until you shook

You're gentle now, but I recall
Both tender fire and bitter squall
A history so deep it hurts to look

No you can't come in
No you can't come in
No you can't
You can't come in

If the sea should swallow up my house
I will turn my rooftop inside out and the wind will be wailing
But I will be sailing faster

Oh the elements I do not fear but I fall apart when you appear
Cos you are the greatest
The greatest disaster

If the sea should swallow up my house
I will turn my rooftop inside out and the wind will be wailing
But I will be sailing faster