SHELTER FROM THE STORM:
©
1992, 1999 by Lydia Glider - Shelley
Verse 1:
How can you tell me you love me? Don’t you know I’m so wet
and worried?
Isn’t it clear that I am down: Whaddaya feel when I’m around?
Is it your own insecurity? Knowing you could be in my place next… Maybe
you sense what it’s like for me, but it’s really just a good
guess...
Chorus :
All I want, and all I need, is to be dry and less forlorn!
Love in my heart instead of greed, and Shelter from the storm.
Verse 2:
How can you tell me you love me? Don’t you know I am so cold and
hungry?
Isn’t it clear that I am down: Whaddaya hear when I’m around?
Is it the roar of an empty belly? Or are you deaf to the obvious?
Whaddaya think you could tell me, that would make it hurt any less?
Chorus 2:
All I’m asking for, if you please, is to be fed and warm!
A hat on my head, so I won’t freeze, and shelter from the storm.
Verse 3:
How can you tell me you love me? Don’t you know I’ve been
naked and weary?
Isn’t it clear that I am down? Whaddaya see when I’m around?
Is it a clown in clothes so baggy, ‘though I’ve tried to
make them fit my best?
Whaddaya think you could show me, that would make it hurt any less?
Chorus 3:
All I want, and all I need: Is to be covered and safe from harm, shoes
on my feet, so they won’t bleed... and shelter from the storm.
Verse 4:
How can you tell me you love me? Don’t you know I am so hot and
thirsty?
Isn’t it clear that I am down: Whaddaya smell when I’m around?
Is it the stench of an unwashed body? Putting cheap perfume to the
test Whaddaya think you could give me, that would make it hurt any
less?
Chorus 4:
I’ve just got to escape the fleas, spitefulness, ridicule, and
scorn!
I need soap to prevent disease... and shelter from the storm.
Bridge:
Well it would be nice to be clean, but even if I were…
I don’t know how much it would mean, when I’m still outside
the door...your door
Verse 5:
How can you tell me you love me? Don’t you know I am wounded and
bloody Isn’t it clear that I am down? Whaddaya taste when I’m
around? Is it the bitter truth of the fact that there really are no guarantees...
Life can be rosy, and all of a sudden, bring you to your knees!
Verse 5:
All I’m asking for, if you please: Is a good hug, and to be reborn
Peacefulness to set my mind at ease, and shelter from the war.
Tag:
How can you tell me you love me
don’t you know I’ve been
broken and lonely