So what if my angel could have unlocked your wrath’s door
What horrible force could set your tears flowing
Like neverending showers against the sandy shores?
What happened... I’ve never seen you like this before?

What could make your sunshine turn as black as a December night?
What turned your salty perfume into burning flames?
Why would you tear your way through my home with all your might
And stomp everything to dust within hundreds miles of sight?

Your sweet breath was so refreshing
On a hot summer’s day
But no, you blow like the big bad wolf; it’s depressing
To see you gust everyone’s homes, mak’n million pieces missing

The way you struck me was a sweet memory
That I will never forget
That firey perfume and gale force breath I had seen
Had reached from the coast of Carolina to the River in Mississippi

A week later I have come to find and see
The salty perfume and gentle breath I like to feel
A hot summer’s day with my dear angel’s blue eyes at home in the sea
And a beautiful summer’s day with accompanying tranquility.