Rose Kemp Dark Corners
A hand full of hurricanes
Wrong side of my window pane
From these walls I draw power to these hands
To these hands
I want to be be on my own
But please don't leave me alone
I want there to be a way
For us to live and me to stay
From these dark corners
I call the sun, I call the sun but it does not come
But it does not come
Oh how I miss my selves (2x)
Well now I know real spite
I could be a grown up overnight
With childhood long from sight
I'm a victim in my own right
Oh how I miss my selves (2x)
A hand full of hurricanes
The wallpaper hides the shame
While the truth is sliding down the walls