Plains, Waxahatchee, Jess Williamson - Hurricane Lyrics

I blow into town, babe
I do my worst, it's true
If I don't ruin everything
Baby, I'll come back to you
Well baby, I'll come back to you

You run off to the desert
Try to make yourself small
I might do a little damage
But you always take my call

And I come in like a cannonball
I've been that way my whole life
Sweet as honeysuckle
When you want a pocketknife
And if you keep calm in my hurricane
I might keep it at bay
I know you'll love me anyway

If I stand in the shadows
When you say something true
Well I might try to argue
But baby I'll come back to you
Baby I'll come back to you

You stand in the great wide open
Try to hear yourself think
I can learn to wait for you
Ride it out with some peace

But I come in like a cannonball
I've been that way my whole life
Sweet as honeysuckle
When you want a pocketknife
And if you keep calm in my hurricane
I might keep it at bay
But I know you'll love me anyway

Baby I'll come back to you
Baby I'll come back to you
Baby I'll come back to you
Baby I'll come back to you
Come back to you