Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Calm Before, artist - Matt Elliott. Album song The Calm Before, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 04.02.2016
Record label: Ici d'ailleurs
Song language: English
The Calm Before |
Here comes a storm |
The dust and papers dance around the room |
It tells of a storm |
The sky is a painted viscous swirl of troubled hues |
There’s a storm |
The branches rock and dance and creak and wave |
We’re in for a storm |
I’ve got this headache that I’ve had for days |
Here comes the rain |
The first few drops caress and gently dance |
They light up your face |
You smile in wonder looking through the eyes of a child once again |
But soon the gentle drops become the deadly wolf of a gale |
Our voices become lost beneath the chaos |
Here comes a storm |
The way the wind it starts to play and race |
It whispers a storm |
And here comes a storm |
Just as everything was falling into place here’s a storm |
There must be a storm |
Don’t we need it |
Just to clear it |
To blow the dust away |
Away, to a place where it can never be found or thought of again |
Draw me the shades |
The beasts that softly whisper in your ear & keep you awake |
We all have ghosts and monsters dear it’s best to give them a face |
And then you simply take it, burn and throw the ashes away |
The creeping doubts will disappear without trace |
Here comes the dawn |
I can’t believe we’ve been sitting here all night talking this long |
About exactly when and where it started going so wrong |
Dissecting every aspect as if it was fine all along |
I told you that I’d never been all that strong |
Here comes a storm |
And with it come the things that we will have to face in this storm |
And here comes a storm |
Just as everything was falling into place here’s a storm |
There must be a storm |
Don’t we need it |
Just to clear it |
To blow the ashes away |
Away, to a place where they can never be found or thought of again |
This patch of blue, this ray of sun |
The sense of a strange uneasy calm |
Perhaps that was all, perhaps we’re done |
Or maybe the worst is yet to come |
And all is calm and cold as death |
As all of nature holds her breath |
But soon enough she’ll blow |
She’ll howl |
She knows |
And she will howl |
She’ll blow us deep into the ground |
To the ground |
Where we can only pray that we’ll never be found |