Tempest

Take

Out the stories

They've put into your mind and brace

For 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