Send out the morning birds to sing of the damage
Now that the calm's returned
You're standing in my doorway
though he's asleep in my bed
You're the finest thing that I've done
the hurricane I'll never outrun
I could wait around for the dust to still
but I don't believe that it ever will
And since the roof fell in
I'll lean on what matters
Caught in the slightest wind
You're standing in my doorway seven cities ago
but you come back too slow
You're the finest thing that I've done
the hurricane I'll never outrun
I could wait around for the dust to still
but I don't believe that it ever will