Cyclone (The Village Sessions)
Sticky Fingers
Here comes a story of a hurricane
And a temper lost like crying tears in rain
No love is lost or no sweet wisdom gained
So save your tears then save yourself the shame
Cyclone
You’re on your own
As 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
Then I saw the clouds draw storms into your eyes
Cyclone
You're on your own
Cyclone
You're on your own
He's my man but said: Don't break him bones
Out in the fire, won't leave it alone
It was bent and I was unable to pull him inside
So burn down them bridges, dig up them bones
What's that you got? 'Cause I'll have one of those
Darcy, I could never hate ya if I tried
Cyclone
You're on your own
Cyclone
You're on your own
Cyclone
You're on your own
Cyclone
