Typhoon #andyburnham #olenazelenska #60s for cherise

She lights a candle for Michael Then puts Marilyn on low Says a quiet pagan prayer While the soft acoustic flows I watch her in the half-light And my heart just won’t let go She’s my typhoon, my typhoon Coming in soft like a plane She’s my typhoon, my typhoon Sweet and wild, and I love her the same Every time she turns toward me I fall a little deeper in the rain One minute she’s humming folk songs Next she’s lost in darker skies But when she takes my hand so gently There’s heaven in her eyes She’s got thunder in her spirit And a love that never lies She’s my typhoon, my typhoon Coming in soft like a plane She’s my typhoon, my typhoon Sweet and wild, and I love her the same Every time she turns toward me I fall a little deeper in the rain I don’t need the calm forever I just need to feel her near She’s the storm I want to weather She’s the only sky that’s clear She’s my typhoon, my typhoon Coming in soft like a plane She’s my typhoon, my typhoon Sweet and wild, and I love her the same Every time she turns toward me I fall a little deeper… I fall a little deeper in the rain (Fade on soft jangly guitar and gentle “oohs”)