The Storm

Found himself out into the road

the dust up to his nose

put that anchor down

to find a place where he could go

'cause he was looking for the shelter

from the storm

you were looking for a place that you could call your own... you...

kept on, now walking past the signs you used to see

kept on getting used to dropping-anchor

in the sea

'cause you´re looking for a shelter of the storm

looks like news that storm is coming closer every day now...

uuu...

drove himself into a town

the roads were paved with gold

(all the roads were paved with gold)

eyes wide open, shutters closed

(eyes wide open, shutters closed)

just waiting for my time... no

(quarter to twelve is time to go)

the sorrow's hiding underground

the rain is falling upside down

and the clouds are turning red like flames

oh 'cause i'm looking for a shelter from the storm... 'cause she's getting closer every daaaaaaayyyyyyeyeyeyehey!

the storm is getting closer every day

the storm is getting closer every day

the storm is getting closer every day

every day