Just how did I get So tired and mean With eyes that flicker Like a movie screen
A brand new ceiling Same old deluge Put finer feelings In the centrifuge
It gets as if the merest breath Of wind could knock me down Gets as if the merest breath of wind Could knock me down And this is hurricane season
Straight from the ocean All shiny white Can’t get that image Out of my head tonight
It gets as if the merest breath Of wind could knock me down It gets as if the merest breath Of wind could knock me down Gets as if the merest breath of wind Could knock me down And this is hurricane season Hurricane season This is hurricane season Hurricane season
So what do we do but make-believe What do we do yeah So what do we do but make-believe What do we do yeah So what do we do but make-believe What do we do yeah So what do we do but make-believe What do we do yeah