Ken Stringfellow - Cyclone Graves lyrics

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You can’t run away

You were born it’s all the same game

Tear off the roof of your life

And start your searching again

You come on the day the clouds went away

To their cyclone graves

Where they stay-os sure as I say, that

I hope you never go blind

I hope that you’re more than just kind

Oh, to yourself You talk to the wind

And you hope that it will listen in

Blow you back where you can begin

To resemble your weakest sin

You come on the day the winds blew away

To their cyclone graves

Where they stay-as sure as I say, that

I hope you never go blind

I hope that you’re more than just kind

Better find it, never fight it, never regret your loves

Your love makes you less than useless, oh to yourself

There’s something about the way you hide

The strength to engage an alibi

Under the scrutiny of love

What will it toke to raise you above yourself?

Divine or profane?

Drink the wine or linger in the rain?

Maybe you don’t have to choose

And fortune’s smiling on everyone

And I think it’s smiling on you

You come on the day the clouds blew away

To their cyclone graves

Where they stay-as sure as I say, that

I hope you never go blind

I hope that you’re more than just kind

Better find it, never fight it, never regret your love

Your love makes you less than useless

Love– Makes you humble

Pulls you forward – Never fight it, never fight it,

never regret your love

Your love makes you less than useless

Oh to yourself