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

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