My Calm Your Storm – Caedmon’s Call – letras

Seven years on the seven seasthe winds have ceased all is well at easethere’s no tempest to attack meAfloat on the boat of mediocrityway back when you first called me, at peace with you i’d always bebut now it’s empty methodology, a fin white tomb that no one seesOhh I am perishing, in the grey of faith and formArise, rebuke my content, and my peace, make my calm your stormI want to navigate out of this lukewarm seainto the stream of realityLet the waves through their threats as meMakes me hold on more tightlyI want to set my sails freeDiscontent with what will bw will beI want to kill this thief that stealsKill my self, the pharisee