Sugar In A Hurricane (Lane Anita)

The whispers cut like hard rain Like sugar in a hurricane Like tears from a gun All blood and sun Well the holes from your pretty swords I fill them up with hush Hush words And I hum Shut your wings little flower Shut your wings Little flower And fearing no-one He said "Bow unto me" But no-one could hear him So great was the grinding and gnashing of wings Shut your wings little flower Shut your wings