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• Artiste: Matt Elliott
• Titre: The Calm Before
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Here comes a storm The dust & 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 & dance & creak & 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 & 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 & 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 & monsters dear it’s best to give them a face & then you simply take it, burn & 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 & 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 & with it come the things that we will have to face in this storm & 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 & all is calm & cold as death As all of nature holds her breath But soon enough she’ll blow She’ll howl She knows & 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