Honey, Your Heart Is a Hurricane
Honey, your heart is a hurricane
Nothing but chaos and wind and rain
From the outside looking in
Honey, your soul is a cellar door
Secret and safe as the ocean floor
If you'd just go deeper in
Got a piece of advice if you want it
Don't listen anything Babylon says
Stay focused, little one, because you're wanted
By the undead
The world you're running through is a gauntlet
The house you're living in is haunted
So pick your head up and be honest with yourself
With yourself
Standing by a pool that was made by a dam
You gaze into your reflection and ask
"How in the Western world could I ever know who I am?"
Honey, your heart is a hurricane
Nothing but chaos and wind and rain
From the outside looking in
Honey, your soul is a cellar door
Secret and safe as the ocean floor
If you'd just go deeper in
There's a time and a place for theatrics
And I'm not talking about rabbit-in-the-hat tricks
Free your mind before they come to extract it
From your head
The world you're running through is a gauntlet
The house you're living in is haunted
So pick your head up and be honest with yourself
With yourself
Standing by a pool that was made by a dam
You gaze into your reflection and ask
"How in the Western world could I ever know who I am?"
Nothing but chaos and wind and rain
From the outside looking in
Honey, your soul is a cellar door
Secret and safe as the ocean floor
If you'd just go deeper in
Got a piece of advice if you want it
Don't listen anything Babylon says
Stay focused, little one, because you're wanted
By the undead
The world you're running through is a gauntlet
The house you're living in is haunted
So pick your head up and be honest with yourself
With yourself
Standing by a pool that was made by a dam
You gaze into your reflection and ask
"How in the Western world could I ever know who I am?"
Honey, your heart is a hurricane
Nothing but chaos and wind and rain
From the outside looking in
Honey, your soul is a cellar door
Secret and safe as the ocean floor
If you'd just go deeper in
There's a time and a place for theatrics
And I'm not talking about rabbit-in-the-hat tricks
Free your mind before they come to extract it
From your head
The world you're running through is a gauntlet
The house you're living in is haunted
So pick your head up and be honest with yourself
With yourself
Standing by a pool that was made by a dam
You gaze into your reflection and ask
"How in the Western world could I ever know who I am?"
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Writer(s): Philip Grajko
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