as everything old becomes new
the dark of night to sky of blue
you are the mystery
the answer echoing, the answer echoing
why must it always take
a Storm, or a painful ache
to make me feel?
tonight, i need to know you’re shining down…on me…
o, Eye of The Hurricane tonight you’re whispering to me…
…am i listening?
draw me nearer to you
away from the noise, the cluttered views
outside the thunder roars
are you in this storm? are you in this Storm?
can you light my way
take the night
turn it into day?
i’m only dust and clay…
tonight, i need to know you’re shining down…on me…
o, Eye of The Hurricane tonight you’re whispering to me…
…am i listening?
cause i thought you were in great heights but you’re in the little things
