The wild birds call for you
All her stones hesitate

And then collapse on your green and devious forest floor

Go to the garden she's got something to tell you
You play it cool like you always do
You're a hunter

Thunder rumbling in the palm of her hand
And you're in the eye of the storm
She is a hurricane

What a mess she made
Just to pull you down
You caught her while she was throwing stones

In the water her face in trembling agony
Don't let go of her yet
No, don't let go of her yet

Go to the garden she's got something to tell you
You play it cool like you always do
You're a hunter

Thunder rumbling in the palm of her hand
And you're in the eye of the storm
She is a hurricane