Into The Storm
Something not so superficial
Like something I can really do without
Need a hand to hold onto
Help me understand
What's the point of reparation now?
You've just got to make that beat somehow
Into the storm
All the stories you've been telling
You must know someday they'll find you out
Through this life you've been propelling
Now you're spinning out
Time to make your reparations now
You've just got to make that leap somehow
Come on and make it now
Into the storm
Armies of angels are starting to fall
Bathed in the light at the break of the dawn
Armies of angels are leading me on
Take me away from the heart of the storm
Take me away
Take me away
One thing learned from all these years
As stupid now as we were at first
Maybe that's the way it goes
When you try to change the world
Sending pointless invitations out
You always knew what this was all about
Somewhere a fire is breaking out
Into the storm
Armies of angels are starting to fall
Bathed in the light at the break of the dawn
Armies of angels are leading me on
Take me away from the heart of the storm
Take me away
Take me away
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
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