Another story breaking in a safe and sleepy town
Awoke to feel the fury of the fuel from underground
There's money in the harbor, it's a blessing and a curse
There's houses on the hillside, sigh, safety in a purse
And the wind and the rain ran away with us
And the newspapers no longer stain
There was cold in your bones when the windows shut
Like the black smoke has blown from my eyes
And there's a scar on the hillside
Tremors travel far but I don't feel them like you do
Remind you you're human and remind of what we'll lose
There's money in the harbor it's a blessing and a curse
There's houses on the hillside, safety in a purse
And we pray for the rain and the wind to drop
For the calm in the eye of the storm
There was cold in your bones when the windows shook
Like the black smoke has blown from my eyes
There's a scar on the hillside
And we pray for the rain and the wind to drop
For the calm in the eye of the storm
There was cold in your bones when the windows shook
Like the black smoke has blown from my eyes
There's a scar on the hillside
And we pray for the rain and the wind to drop
For the calm in the eye of the storm
There was cold in your bones when the windows shook
Like the black smoke has blown from my eyes
There's a scar on the hillside