Song | They Said a Storm Was Coming |
Artist | Jamie's Elsewhere |
Album | They Said A Storm Was Coming |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
For one hundred days | |
We set sail without | |
As much as one distraction | |
But it seems that I have sank | |
Because of my past actions | |
And mistakes that I have made | |
And attempts to evade all | |
The consequences now | |
Being washed away | |
Washed away… | |
They said a storm was coming and | |
“You'll be washed away!” | |
Maybe now I'll be made clean | |
While I bathe in your seas | |
As I seek out all the dreams | |
That I once had | |
Of a life already lived | |
Of a gift already given | |
That was taken from me far too soon | |
Halt! Where is your security now | |
When you begged for a lifeline | |
And were thrown an anchor instead? | |
And, has the smallest grain of | |
Sand traveled up the hourglass? | |
Or, has the sun ever set | |
In the east for you | |
Or any other man? | |
Face forward | |
Swim towards the surface | |
And look ahead to the life | |
On the new horizon | |
There was never any way | |
Of going back to the old world | |
With any sort of victory | |
Or good tidings of new discovery | |
Fortune never favored me | |
And the oceans were never big enough | |
To hold all of our iniquities | |
And secrets in its clear, blue embrace | |
I will ascend from the bottom | |
To be born again |
For one hundred days | |
We set sail without | |
As much as one distraction | |
But it seems that I have sank | |
Because of my past actions | |
And mistakes that I have made | |
And attempts to evade all | |
The consequences now | |
Being washed away | |
Washed away | |
They said a storm was coming and | |
" You' ll be washed away!" | |
Maybe now I' ll be made clean | |
While I bathe in your seas | |
As I seek out all the dreams | |
That I once had | |
Of a life already lived | |
Of a gift already given | |
That was taken from me far too soon | |
Halt! Where is your security now | |
When you begged for a lifeline | |
And were thrown an anchor instead? | |
And, has the smallest grain of | |
Sand traveled up the hourglass? | |
Or, has the sun ever set | |
In the east for you | |
Or any other man? | |
Face forward | |
Swim towards the surface | |
And look ahead to the life | |
On the new horizon | |
There was never any way | |
Of going back to the old world | |
With any sort of victory | |
Or good tidings of new discovery | |
Fortune never favored me | |
And the oceans were never big enough | |
To hold all of our iniquities | |
And secrets in its clear, blue embrace | |
I will ascend from the bottom | |
To be born again |
For one hundred days | |
We set sail without | |
As much as one distraction | |
But it seems that I have sank | |
Because of my past actions | |
And mistakes that I have made | |
And attempts to evade all | |
The consequences now | |
Being washed away | |
Washed away | |
They said a storm was coming and | |
" You' ll be washed away!" | |
Maybe now I' ll be made clean | |
While I bathe in your seas | |
As I seek out all the dreams | |
That I once had | |
Of a life already lived | |
Of a gift already given | |
That was taken from me far too soon | |
Halt! Where is your security now | |
When you begged for a lifeline | |
And were thrown an anchor instead? | |
And, has the smallest grain of | |
Sand traveled up the hourglass? | |
Or, has the sun ever set | |
In the east for you | |
Or any other man? | |
Face forward | |
Swim towards the surface | |
And look ahead to the life | |
On the new horizon | |
There was never any way | |
Of going back to the old world | |
With any sort of victory | |
Or good tidings of new discovery | |
Fortune never favored me | |
And the oceans were never big enough | |
To hold all of our iniquities | |
And secrets in its clear, blue embrace | |
I will ascend from the bottom | |
To be born again |