Every storm inside has died
it is pretty convenient that so has time,
causing me to reflect what's at my feet,
figure what part of my soul to keep,
cause wherever I go
I can't take it all with me on this joyride.
The candles have faded
placed on hold
just like I left you on the phone,
so bring forth the winds
cause the storms have died
making me feel lost and hopeless,
so let the winds sweep me forth into the sky.