These are no rough winds This is a class five hurricane Ready to erase everything And we're in the eye Waiting for a wall of air to tear up human life Meteorologists don't make the weather Still we keep praying to them Maybe the storm is gonna vanish - anyhow And the dull knocking in the back of the head Each time the telephone rings You better sit down now No, I won't sit down now So many words never spoken So many candles never blown out And all the waiting And the powerlessness I wish I could help you Please don't die Please don't die - not now