Storm

There's a storm rolling in
I can feel it in the wind
In the sour taste of sin
And the sweat upon your skin
There's a storm rolling in
Nothing'll be the same
Not the joy of the game
Nor the novelty of pain
And there's a thickness in the air
This sorted love affair
Nothing here is fair
It's the same as anywhere
Throw your healthy ways aside
This storm will break your stride
You could try to hide
But you'll have to look inside
And you'll pretend I knew this was coming
Nothing left here to be done when it all passes over
I'm sure the best will be yet to come
There's a storm rolling in
I can feel it in the breeze
In the rattling of the leaves
In the weaknesses of the trees
There's a sense of pending doom
In the white walls of this room
In the dark of the midnight
In the emptiness of noon
And you could say I knew this was coming
Nothing left here to be done
When it all passes over
I'm sure the best will be yet to come
Throw all your good ideas away
They'll be useless after today
And I don't mean to turn you grey
I'm being honest when I say
There's a storm rolling in
There's little that you can do
There's a storm rolling in
Though I'm sure we'll make it through
And you can say I knew this was coming
Nothing left here to be done
But when it all passes over
I'm sure the best will be yet to come
I'm sure the best will be yet to come
I'm sure the best