The house will not stay this loud
Little Hurricanes looks at family life from inside the mess. The coffee gets cold, the plans come apart, and the small people at the centre of it all keep growing. Affection and exhaustion get to share the same room.
A song about parenting, chaos and love
The drawings, dress-ups and small interruptions matter because they will not last forever. The song makes room for the days that are exhausting to live through and hard to imagine missing.
For your own noisy days
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Inside this world
A blanket fort takes over the room. A toy train winds around a child's drawing, through the kind of mess that will one day be missed. The small room belongs to the song's noisy, affectionate view of family life.
Full lyrics
Verse 1
There’s cereal on the ceiling, toys across the floor,
Someone’s yelling “Where’s my socks?” like it’s a world war.
I’m running on cold coffee and five hours of sleep,
But somehow all this madness is the best part of the week.
Pre‑Chorus
And I swear I used to be
A calm and organised machine —
Now I’m laughing while I’m drowning
In this tiny family scene.
Chorus
’Cause they’re little hurricanes, spinning up my days,
Turning every quiet moment into wild parades.
Yeah, they drive me up the wall, but I love them through it all —
I wouldn’t trade the chaos or the mess they make.
They’re little hurricanes, blowing me away.
Verse 2
There’s stickers on the fridge now, drawings on the wall,
A superhero toddler doing laps down the hall.
I’m tripping over dress‑ups, stepping on a train,
But every hug they give me makes me do it all again.
Pre‑Chorus
And I swear I used to be
A tidy, peaceful human being —
Now I’m dancing in the madness
Of this tiny family dream.
Chorus
’Cause they’re little hurricanes, spinning up my days,
Turning every quiet moment into wild parades.
Yeah, they drive me up the wall, but I love them through it all —
I wouldn’t trade the chaos or the mess they make.
They’re little hurricanes, blowing me away.
Bridge
One day they’ll be grown and gone,
And I’ll miss the noise I’m stepping on.
So I’ll hold this storm with open arms,
’Cause chaos comes with tiny charms.
Final Chorus
They’re little hurricanes, spinning up my days,
Turning every quiet moment into wild parades.
Yeah, they drive me up the wall, but I love them through it all —
I wouldn’t trade the chaos or the mess they make.
They’re little hurricanes, blowing me away.
Release details
Released · 3:01. Little Hurricanes on Spotify.
