drifting through the spring dawn
Heavy with the smell of rain
Felt it through the bougainvillea
Thunder growling in the distance
Like someone with a picture in view
There's something mighty sinister
Flying fox screaming in the sour song
Gain told Chuck across the lawn
And the darkness echoes the song of frost
And the haunting cry of curlews
Caught up in some ancient
Before the wind, the storm bird calls,
my darkest thoughts surround me.
Before the wind, the storm bird calls,
no sound should be that bold.
Can't seem to get to sleep
That I can hardly breathe
Before the wind, the storm would call
My darkest thoughts around me
Before the wind, the storm would call
No sound should be that lonely
Before the wind, storm bird calls,
my darkest thoughts surround me.
Before the weather storm bird call
No sound should be that lonely
Before the weather storm bird call
My darkest thoughts surround me
Before the weather storm bird call
No sound should be that lonely
