Eye of the Storm

Running to the heart of a hurricane
The eye of the storm should keep us safe
And I hope to god it can

Hold on tight don't make a sound
Stand up straight this is holy ground
Nothing on earth can keep us down
We are free to become

Freedom fighters for a hopeless cause
Keepers of the key to a broken door
Captain's of the ocean on dry land
Oh what would I do with a gun in my hand

Sleeping next to a tape machine
White noise captured in our dreams
And in our hearts and in our lungs
And in our fear

Hold on tight don't make a sound
Stand up straight this is holy ground
Nothing on earth can keep us down
We are free to become

Bearers of the pain that has no cure
A prophecy that's been told a hundred times before
Saviours of this unholy land
Oh what would I do what would I do

Freedom fighters for a hopeless cause
Keepers of the key to a broken door
Captain's of the ocean on dry land
Oh what would I do with a gun in my hand



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Corney
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