Storms

A storm is raging in the air tonight… … raindrops joining in the river’s flow. The thunder will soften. The lightning will fade away. And no one will ask: “Where did it all go?”

We are storms that rage from the start of youth to age. We think the story’s endless, till we reach the final page.

We are born to lose on whichever path we choose. We pray for an endless tab until the day we pay our dues.

A storm is raging behind your eyes. The tell-tale sign of a conscious mind. The light of stars … The heat of a summer rain … … will steal your storm and leave you behind.

We are storms that rage from the start of youth to age. We think the story’s endless, till we reach the final page.

We are born to lose on whichever path we choose. We pray for an endless tab until the day we pay our dues.

We are born to lose on whichever path we choose. We pray for an endless tab until the day we pay our dues.

We are storms that rage from the start of youth to age. We think the story’s endless, till we reach the final page.