You’ve been running with a ghost again
Singing it’s all gonna fall like a living lie
You’ve been tearing up these walls again
Ain’t no place left here for a girl to hide
You know I tell you just like it is
Not gonna walk that far in the scars of another guy
I’m not gonna give up all of this
If there ain’t no room left here for me to fly

If our love is a hurricane
Of Broken phones and broken doors
Baby you know I can stand the rain
Let it lift us off the floor

You use your words just like a criminal
Cut like a bullet from a gun
That shadow found me years ago
I’ve been bought, I’ve been shot with a lawless love

If our love is a hurricane
Of broken phones and broken doors
Baby you know I can stand the rain
Let it lift us off the floor

We build it up to tear it down
We let it fall right to the ground
All the words that we could bleed
Let it fly just you and me
Wasted pride it comes in
Like rolling tide we don’t have to give up this fight
But it’s too late to give up
Tonight

If our love is a hurricane
Broken phones and broken doors
Baby you know I can stand the rain
Let it lift us off the floor

Written by Mat Kearney and Annie Kearney Produced by Jeremy Bose