Tempest

Take

Out the stories

They've put into your mind

and braceFor the glory

As you stare into the sky..

The sky beneath

I know you can't be tired..

Lay there

Stare at the ceiling

And switch back to your time

just go ahead

now try and taste it

I know it should be ripe...thrust...ahead.

Turning in circles

Been caught in a stasis

The ancient arrival

Cut to the end

I'd like to be taken

Apart from the inside

Then spit through the cycle right to the end

I wonder

just how you shaped it

To get back to your prize...thrust..ahead

Turning in circles

Been caught in a stasis

The ancient arrival

Cut to the end

I'd like to be taken

Apart from the inside

Then spit through the cycle right to the end

Wake for the glory

I know you can't be tired