Île d'Yeu Aerodrome

The Storms Of Hale Street

Oh, to be your diamond in the rough / Except I’m far too cloudy / And, not
your choice cut / and, oh, the tide swells for a ne'er-do-well / who is
bending over backwards for his stunning jezzabelle /
(you better get, get, get, get with it girl because I’m too busy living in
the real world) / And, the world tends to be dark and stormy / And, you’re
a lightning rod surgically attached to me. / And, the world tends to be a
raging tsunami / And, you’re the ocean floor breaking beneath me. /
Little girl, you live a calculated life / But, is it hard to sleep when you
know you’re never right? / It’s easy to be stoned and lonely / beauty
fades, but vapid-ness keeps growing / and, someday the fingers gonna point
your way /
(you better get, get, get your shit together boy, this real world’s a
freeway and you better get yourself out of the way) / And, the world tends
to be dark and stormy / And, you’re a lighting rod surgically attached to
me / And, the world tends to be a volcano erupting / And, you’re the molten
ash on which I’m choking /
And, the world tends to be dark and stormy / And, you’re a lightning rod
surgically attached to me / And, the world tends to be a hurricane blowing
/ And, you’re a palm tree flying towards me / And, the world tends to be
dark and stormy / But, when you’re here with me this world’s nothing / And,
through the years and tears you’ve got to know / That, if you hold on to me