The Storm Lyrics

Wayne Jackson The Storm

No extra time, no perfect rhymes, no trace remains
No science tease, no MTV, no lasting stain
No sun will raise in calloused skies
No resurrection will redeem

When the storm will break you
And scatter your parade
And the storm will wash away
The plans you made, the plans you made

No friends to meet on busy streets, no urgency
No jobs are grieved, no mouths to feed
No families to grieve in grief

When the storm will break you
And scatter your parade
And the storm will wash away
The plans you made.

All your certainties could crumble in the flicker of an
eye
and if we last forever, baby
I hope I am the first to die (The first to die)

Cause the storm will break you
And scatter your parade
And the storm will wash away
The plans you made. (x2)