Sticky Fingers

Here comes a story of a hurricane
And no temper is lost like crying tears in rain
No love is lost and no sweet wisdom gained
So save your tears and save yourself the shame
Cyclone

We left the house and took a step outside
I could taste in the air a familiar sense of pride
And the wind it blows as you held your head up high
And I saw the clouds draw storms into your eyes
Cyclone

He's my man but said: I'm breaking bones
Out in the fire won't leave it alone
It was bad and I was unable to pull him inside

So bring down them bridges, dig up them holes
What's that you got, cause I'll have one of those
Darcy, how could I ever hate you, if I tried?
Cyclone

You on your own
Cyclone
You on your own
Oh, cyclone



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Lee Jones
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