If All Else Fails The Calm Before The Storm
The sky is blue, but not the blue that you paint the
sky within
Tales of fantasy, perfection, and distinguished
harmony.
The sea, it rarely ripples, but still the motions
sickening,
An undertow that subtly drags you far from where you
could have been.
We keep on floating here
(Let the rain come crashing down)
Await the calm before the storm
(Wash away the calm before the storm)
The anchor's drawn, but somehow the current takes us
nowhere
Our sails, deflated, hanging listless in the stifling
summer sun.
The barrels' parched, depleted, our rations quickly
dwindling
Water everywhere but not a single goddamn drop to
drink.
We keep on floating here
(Let the rain come crashing down)
Await the calm before the storm
(Wash away the calm before the storm)
Let the rain come falling down
(Fallen rain for fallen dreams)
Fall to cleanse our wounds and heal our way
The air is stale and sordid - impedes our dreams,
assorted visions of a fruitful future.
So still, the chill autumn sky, a calm but it don't
feel like calm before a storm.
Let's go!
