Walking in a Hurricane

(Pre-Chorus)
Gravity’s failing, the pressure is climbing
There’s no such thing as perfect timing
When the air is a wall and the ground is a sea
And the world is just trying to unmake me.

(Chorus)
I’m walking in a hurricane, leaning at the bone
Trying to find a path that I can call my own
But the wind’s got a grip like a titan’s hand
Dragging my footprints out of the sand
I’m fighting for inches in a mile-high gale
I’m a paper boat trying to learn how to sail
Yeah, I’m walking in a hurricane...
And the storm is winning today.

(Verse 2)
Streetlights are humming a funeral song
I’ve been moving for hours, but I don’t belong
The street signs are screaming, they’re pointing back home
But I’m tethered to a mission that I’m doing alone
My lungs are full of static, my vision is blurred
I’m shouting for help, but the wind eats the word.

(Bridge)
It’s not just the rain, it’s the weight of the sky
It’s the "how" and the "when" and the "God knows why"
I’m a silhouette frozen in a sideways tilt
Building a dream on a foundation of guilt
I know where I’m going, I can see the light
But the closer I get, the harder it bites.

(Outro)
One more step... (The wind hits harder)
One more... (Feet sliding back)
I’m still upright...
But I’m miles from the track.
Just a ghost in the eye...
Just a ghost...

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(Verse 1) The sky turned the color of a fresh-pressed bruise I’m wearing out the rubber on these weathered shoes Every step forward is a mile of regret I haven’t reached the corner, but I’m soaking wet They told me "keep moving," they told me "hold tight" But the horizon’s been swallowed by the belly of the night. (Pre-Chorus) Gravity’s failing, the pressure is climbing There’s no such thing as perfect timing When the air is a wall and the ground is a sea And the world is just trying to unmake me. (Chorus) I’m walking in a hurricane, leaning at the bone Trying to find a path that I can call my own But the wind’s got a grip like a titan’s hand Dragging my footprints out of the sand I’m fighting for inches in a mile-high gale I’m a paper boat trying to learn how to sail Yeah, I’m walking in a hurricane... And the storm is winning today. (Verse 2) Streetlights are humming a funeral song I’ve been moving for hours, but I don’t belong The street signs are screaming, they’re pointing back home But I’m tethered to a mission that I’m doing alone My lungs are full of static, my vision is blurred I’m shouting for help, but the wind eats the word. (Bridge) It’s not just the rain, it’s the weight of the sky It’s the "how" and the "when" and the "God knows why" I’m a silhouette frozen in a sideways tilt Building a dream on a foundation of guilt I know where I’m going, I can see the light But the closer I get, the harder it bites. (Chorus) I’m walking in a hurricane, leaning at the bone Trying to find a path that I can call my own But the wind’s got a grip like a titan’s hand Dragging my footprints out of the sand I’m fighting for inches in a mile-high gale I’m a paper boat trying to learn how to sail Yeah, I’m walking in a hurricane... And the storm is winning today. (Outro) One more step... (The wind hits harder) One more... (Feet sliding back) I’m still upright... But I’m miles from the track. Just a ghost in the eye... Just a ghost...

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