Trading Sleepless Nights For Hope

these are no rough winds

this is a class five hurricane

ready to erase everything

and we're in the eye

waiting for a wall of air to tear up human life

meteorologists don't make the weather

still we keep praying to them

maybe the storm is gonna vanish - anyhow

and the dull knocking in the back of the head

each time the telephone rings

you better sit down now

no, i won't sit down now

so many words never spoken

so many candles never blown out

and all the waiting

and the powerlessness

i wish i could help you

please don't die

please don't die - not now