Never enough truth to keep you safe and well in the cocoon you knit for no one else You never thought it could change You could stay the shame You never could see the water in spite of the rain Then it rose, and you dove just when you needed to float Listen to me Into the churn There will be no pretty words to swallow This is a test It's not a war Watch as we weather the storm together We are the calm, here for the few We could be shelter and shore Heads above water So come for the king, stay for the view Proud of the nothing you grew when we stood against the storm It's never enough You, the first and last to know Your proud empty hands through the crowd that bears the load You never thought it could change “Storms will pass, and I remain”, and turned away the moment it came over wine-dark sea Thunder over the wine-dark sea Thunder, what will become of me? Thunder over the wine-dark sea Seas and storm All that was sacrificed The blood for the pride That clarion cry like stones in your throat The anchor and rope to keep you afloat Deafened to me This is the churn There will be no pretty words to swallow This is a test It's not a war Watch as you sink in the storm, untethered We are the wild wind to the scorn We could be shelter and shore Heads above water So come for the king, stay for the view You're fighting for nothing but you, while we stood against the storm So when we heard that thunder over the wine-dark sea No wave could drag me under An ocean of arms to carry me I, the undeserving I, the hanged man was held aloft, and safe at last So where is your sworn compassion? Your condescending lie Is this the love you promised? How could you be so goddamn blind? When we heard that thunder, the echo and alarm were your footsteps, running for the calm When we stood against that storm When we stood again When we stoodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
