Sam Phillips - Private Storm lyrics

looking for shelter, we deny and ignore

afraid that our words bring clouds we talk in code

the thunder or cruel perfection covers love

and we're cold

the private storm

and our souls are worn from the tears

the private storm

and it rages on through the years

no warning the ground pulls out from underneath

we tiptoe through air until we see the blood on their teeth

time doesn't heal, the scars turn into wounds

as we walk lightly silent screams in the storm