Sugar In A Hurricane

The whispers cut like hard rain

Like sugar in a hurricane

Like tears from a gun

All blood and sun

Well the holes from your pretty swords

I fill them up with hush

Hush words

And I hum

Shut your wings little flower

Shut your wings

Little flower

And fearing no-one

He said

"Bow unto me"

But no-one could hear him

So great was the grinding and gnashing of wings

Shut your wings little flower

Shut your wings