It comes in
Like the wind
Through a door
That I never meant to open up
And leaves me stranded
Right here, where I stand
A distant land,
I'm lost again.
It comes in
While I move.
Like a hurricane
It swallows me too soon
And leaves me breathless
Gasping for some air
When nothing's there,
Nothing's there.
I need a lighthouse to guide me home
Need a sailor's son with knives of bone
To cut from this heart where sorrow's sewn
And spreads like wild fire, across the land.
It comes in
While I sleep
Kisses my toes
With lips that freeze my feet
And leaves me shivering
Lying in the cold
No warmth to hold
No warmth to hold.
I need a lighthouse to brave this storm
Need a sailor's arms to keep me warm
An embrace that's patiently born
From the raging sea, that crashes 'round me.
I need a lighthouse to guide me home
Need a sailor's son with knives of bone
To cut from this heart where sorrow's sewn
And spreads like wild fire, across the land.
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- We Come Apart
- This Storm
- Words Came Back To Me
- Miscellaneous
- Convict of Conviction
- Jazzism 4
- Words Came Back To Me (International Version)
- Paste Magazine Sampler #21: Apr-May 2006
- Cold Day
- Cities 97 Sampler, Volume 18
- Give US Your Poor: 17 New Recordings to Help End...
- 429 Records All-Stars
- New Music Sampler - Spring 2006
- Paste Magazine Sampler #48: November 2008
- Famous 6: The Finest Female Jazz Today
- Give Us Your Poor
- New Voices
- Let Me Go
- Here to There
- This Storm (Bonus Track Version)