The Shape of a Storm

If I showed up in the shape of a storm

Would you recognize me?

Strange as it seems I have known you before

But it was not our time yet

If I go sailing into the unknown

What are my chances of ever reaching your shore

Into the deep I am thrown

If I knew how I would make myself known

And cause the sky to open

Strange as it seems I once stood at your door

Yet I knew not what your name was

If I go sailing into the unknown

What are my chances of ever reaching your shore?

If I go sailing into the unknown

Into the deep I am thrown