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